This is a semi-realistic story, let me know what you think!
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They were under the tent again. The same tent that had thrown off their trajectories so long ago, before anything had truly started. Then, there had been nothing but false starts behind them, their future unwritten. Still, the hulking white banner arched over their heads, connecting them – no matter the distance between them. That distance had grown so much farther since last year.
But despite this, through the swell of Irish music and the aroma of cheap food, his eyes couldn’t focus on anything else. Oh, he tried. He stared at the wall, his food, the band… Yet the magnetic force, the force that was supposed to have faded already, pulled his head up every time. He clenched his fists and cursed under his breath, irked at his weakness even after all of these years.
Picking at her food on a flimsy plastic table, she wasn’t expecting it. She was hoping for it, maybe, but she always lived life with a firm separation of dreams and reality. That was a closed door, a sailed ship, and any other cliché you could think of. No point in interrupting the monotony with another wave of rejection. Another sip of generic cola washed away her wishes.
So she wasn’t ready, when she stole a furtive glance through the shade of the tent, to meet his bright blue eyes staring into hers. Like two positive magnets, their glances bounced away, ricocheting off every other surface they could find, anything but the other’s eyes. That annoying struggle to keep her heart steady, why hadn’t she conquered it yet?
The premature creases around his eyes deepened as he silently listed the reasons why that look had to be the last, the last time he let himself see her eyes, and whatever it was that lived behind them, mocking him with its allure. She hadn’t even heard his pleas, had she? No, she didn’t deserve this, this involuntary irregularity in his lungs.
The force tugged at them, inexplicably pulled them closer- they circled, they paced, their orbits around the tent slowly shrinking in diameter. Two things so identical should repel, shouldn’t they? She sat down at a table alone, and the laws of the universe simply threw their hands in the air, watching incredulously as the magnet of her eyes drew him into a chair at the same lonely table. For a second time, their eyes met, exciting their cardiovascular systems in unison to thump out a wild and apprehensive rhythm.
His eyes answered her questions, hers answered his. All the frustration, the resentment, the despair had evaporated, just leaving the longing. She ventured a smile, her usual confidence melted away by the energy built up between them. This wasn’t a normal attraction. He regained his breath, leaned in, and finalized the bond with the first words passed between them in 9 months. This was nuclear.
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