I see my reflection.
But I am swallowed whole before I could.
I swear I am drowning.
I am met with her eyes.
Again.
She's here.
She was desperately pounding on my door.
Her eyes are filled with tears once again,
But they are not sad tears.
She lets out a sigh of relief.
I also let out the breath I didn't know I was holding.
My eyes are filled with tears also.
But they are nowhere near sad tears.
We both just stare at each other.
What are we supposed to say?
I'm staring into her eyes.
She is staring into mine.
I speak first because if I have learned anything from her,
It is to never spend too long admiring her, and actually speak to her.
Well, I don't speak per se..
I open my mouth to speak.
But close it right after.
Probably over ten times.
She basically does the same thing.
Until I decide to be 'proper' about it.
"Hi, I'm Julien."
The smile I have on my face is undeniable.
She laughs through her tears and matches my humor,
"Hello Julian, I'm Tatum"
I believe I know why she's here, but I want her to say it.
I want her to say it so bad.
"So, what brings you here, Tatum? You aren't stalking me, are you?"
If she was blind, she could hear the smile in my voice.
"Oh you know, taking a walk to clear my mind of this guy at a library.."
"Saw a painting of me, from the guy's perspective, at the library.."
The smile in her voice is just as audible as mine.
"Ah, I see.. It's quite eye-catching isn't it, Tatum."
I can't stop saying her name.
It feels so right.
Tatum.
"Very eye-catching, Julien."
The smile on her face makes me so, so, happy.
"Well, Tatum, if you would like to come in to look at it, you are more than welcome to."
Her eyes light up,
Did she really think I wouldn't invite her in?
"Well, Julien, I would love to, thank you."
As she walks into my home, everything feels perfect.
Absolutely everything.
And by the look in her eyes when she turns around, I know she is thinking the same thing.
Everything is perfect.
And it will continue to be.
Always.
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AN: I hate writing short stories because of how short they are LMFAO but I hope you enjoyed this because I have a longer actual story in the works ;)
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RomanceAs I watch his eyes flicker from me to his page, I wondered why he was here. At that exact desk, In this exact library, In front of me, Was it fate? Did fate lead him to this library, to that desk, right in front of me? Will I find out?
