Fated to be yours

The next few days were full of almosts, almost texts that she never sent, almost calls that he never made, almost moments when both thought of the other and said nothing. Isn't it strange that silence could feel so loud? She did not know why, maybe because everything had started to feel real, in a way that scared her. Nathan was no longer just some comforting presence in a noisy world, he was now the quiet she longed to return to. He had become a thought she carried, uninvited, and constant. Long after he was gone, his voice lingered, finding her in the most unsuspecting of places, in the hum of the café, in the static of the radio, in the wind brushing against her hair, but in her, past sorrow had taught caution. She had loved before-a love promising forever, which then vanished without a word of goodbye. The silence that followed had carved something deep inside her, an instinct to shield herself from softness. And so, she started holding her words a little closer, afraid of that love, the illusion would shatter and she'd be left reaching for air once more. Nathan, too, felt it, that shift between them, quiet but certain. She didn't reply for hours, so he told himself she was busy. When she laughed but her eyes didn't quite meet his, he told himself he'd imagined it. Yet, the weight of her absence settled in somewhere between his ribs.

There were times he reached for his phone and stopped, thumb hovering over her name, unsure what he'd say. He didn't want to sound too eager, or too hopeful, he didn't want to lose something fragile before it had even begun. So, he waited but waiting never really dulled the ache of wanting. He stopped by the bookstore one afternoon, it wasn't planned, he stood by the doorway for a few seconds before walking in, the bell above the door chimed, soft and familiar. Ella was behind the counter, her hair pinned loosely, her eyes scanning a receipt. She didn't see him at first, he leaned against the counter, drumming his fingers against the polished wood like he was uncertain about his place in this particular moment. "I was in the neighborhood," he said softly, She looked up, startled but secretly delighted. Her lips curved into the kind of smile that reached her eyes before she could stop it, "You could have called," she said, trying to sound casual even though her heart had started to race. "I didn't want to intrude," "You never intrude." The air shifted, their eyes met, a second too long, enough for something unspoken to pass between them. Nathan hesitated then smiled, "You busy? I was going to get a coffee and, well, I remembered how you take it." That small thing, that he remembered, undid her more than any grand gesture could, so sweet it was, so much care in something so ordinary that it made her chest squeeze tight. She took the cup from him with trembling fingers, "Thank you," she said, her voice quieter than she meant it to be.

They sat together in the nook of the shop, the light from the window falling soft over the wooden table, sunlight spilled across her face, catching in her hair like threads of gold. Nathan watched her for a moment, not out of habit but reverence, as if trying to commit to memory the shape of her silence, the curve of her hesitation, the trembling of her guard that did not fall. She paused for a moment, then asked, "Do you ever wonder what we're doing? He tilted his head slightly, "What do you mean?" "This, whatever this is." Her eyes fell to the coffee cup between her palms, tracing the rim, "I don't even know what to call it." He half smiled, "I think about it all the time, "And?" she pressed. He leaned back, eyes still on her, "I think it's the only thing that's felt right in a long time."

A soft pang pierced her heart at that, a painful sort but one that reminded her she was alive, "Even if it doesn't last?" she asked softly. He glanced over at her, his expression unreadable, then said, "Some things don't have to last forever to be meaningful." The words touched something in her, deep and familiar and tender. For a moment, she wanted to tell him all, of the heartbreak that still haunted her, the trust lost, the part of her afraid to be loved again, but she didn't, she whispered, "You make things complicated." Nathan smiled softly, his eyes warm, "Maybe they were always complicated," he said, "I just made you see." She laughed then, the kind of laugh that came from somewhere deeper than amusement. It startled even her, the tension between them dissipated, and for the first time that afternoon, she let herself breathe. They then spoke about little things, books, songs, the smell of rain when it would fall before a storm, but beneath every word spoken lay something unsaid, every gaze held in it the weight of almost.

When he was gone, she lingered by the door long afterward with her coffee still untouched. The warmth in her palms slowly faded, but she did nothing. She stood there, gazing at the door he had walked through, feeling like she had missed saying something important, something that lay between them in that space between breaths. Outside, the sky had softened to a gray, the city was quieter, slower, the whole place holding its breath. That night, Ella tossed in her sheets, sleep refusing to come, she replayed every moment in her mind, the way he looked at her when she said complicated, the sound of his laughter, the gentleness of his silence. She didn't fully understand it, but it scared her how much she already missed him. Sometime past midnight, she reached for her phone. The last message that appeared between them glowed on the screen, a simple, "See you soon." Her thumb hovered over the keyboard, almost, she typed, "I wish you'd stayed longer," then deleted it, she typed again, "I can't stop thinking about today," and deleted that too. She finally sent nothing, but she whispered the words into the dark as she put the phone down, hoping somehow the night would carry them to him, and in that quiet moment, as the soft breathing of the city was heard outside her window, Ella knew something gentle and frightening all at once, she was already falling deeply