She saw him. And she could bet that he saw her too and suddenly the world stopped, as if it was only him and her. It was as if they were back to the place where the magic began.
Then the lights went back on and she saw her.
The one whose hand he was holding all along and momentarily, their eyes broke apart from the gaze. Someone else touched her shoulder and once again, the reason why they weren’t together.
The reason why they’d stare at each other in a crowded room and feel that the world was thiers and yet turn thier backs.
They both made a promise to someone else and somehow, with a sigh, this is always how their story would end, filled with what-ifs and what-nots, never truly knowing the reason why thier lives touched, even for just a moment.
