5 years ago

Isabella - 15 years old

Unknown guy - 18 years old

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The street was quiet, blanketed in white, snow falling in slow motion. A faint golden glow spilled from the café windows, mingling with the icy air.

Snowflakes drifted lazily under the dim glow of the streetlights, and the cold pressed sharp against his skin. He was walking fast, his scarf tugged high around his face, his breath a visible cloud. She came from the opposite direction, head lowered, clutching a paper bag to her chest, her cheeks kissed pink by the winter cold. He was moving quickly, head down, lost in his own thoughts when it happened—

...A sudden collision....

Her shoulder struck his chest, the force making her bag slip, apples scattering and bouncing across the frozen pavement. She gasped, falling to her knees to gather them, strands of hair spilling free from beneath her hat.

He froze.

The world seemed to vanish, swallowed whole by the sight of her. His eyes dragged over every detail—her trembling hands brushing the snow from the fruit, the faint blush in her cheeks from the cold, the way her breath fogged the air.

And then—her eyes lifted.

Blue. Soft. Startled. A simple glance, but it hit him like a blow to the chest. His pulse surged violently, heat roaring through his veins despite the bitter winter. Something inside him twisted, snapped—an ache, sharp and raw, demanding her.

“Sorry…” she whispered, clutching the apples to her chest. Her voice was barely audible, yet it sank deep into him, curling around his ribs, digging into his heart.

He crouched, picking up one apple, his hand brushing against hers. The contact was fleeting, but it burned. He didn’t want to let go. Didn’t want the moment to end.

It's like Time has stopped for him.

Her eyes—wide, startled—lifted to his once again. For a single, devastating second, he forgot to breathe. Those eyes weren’t just pretty; they owned him.

He couldn’t look away. Couldn’t blink. His chest tightened, heat burning through the cold air. She was… everything. A stranger, yes, but no—she wasn’t. She couldn’t be. She felt carved out of his very bones, as if the universe had dragged her here for him, only him.!!!

His voice came low, rough, trembling with something dangerous. He leaned in, too close, eyes locked on her as if they had the right. “Don’t apologize. If this moment didn’t happen, I think I would’ve gone my whole life… never knowing what I was missing. If you hadn’t bumped into me, I might never have seen you. And I can’t imagine…” He paused, his gaze locking so fiercely onto hers that it was almost unbearable. “…not knowing you exist.”

She blinked, a faint, soft, nervous laugh escaping as she tucked her hair behind her ear. But he wasn’t laughing. He couldn't. He memorized it—burned it into his mind. Every detail. The pink in her cheeks, the way her lashes trembled, the fragile grip of her fingers around the apple. His chest was too tight, his thoughts spiraling, already binding her to him in a way that felt irreversible.

He felt the hook sink deep inside his chest. There was no going back. She wasn’t just some girl. She was his. She just didn’t know it yet.

As she stood, shifting awkwardly, adjusting her bag, ready to walk away, he rose too — his hand twitched at his side, aching to stop her, heart hammering, eyes dark, already planning, already certain. His breath caught in his throat, eyes fixed like a predator on prey that dared to walk away. He couldn’t let her disappear into the winter night.

Not when she had just become the only thing he wanted'.

Because he knew it already—

This wasn’t a chance.

This was fate.

And fate wasn’t something he was willing to let slip into the snow.

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