Kylar.
|I have no idea

How our stars had met --
They found each other, startled
By what had seemed a mellowed chat
Has forged a trust so real

You have no idea

The countless fears that gnaw my soul
My constant pained confusion
My highs that take me up the clouds
My lows that crush my passion

But in a moment of dumbfound chance;

Our stars collided, hard
Despite my fears, despite my doubts
I believe in miracles
I believe.

So.

All's well end's well.
May life treat us kindly.
I really hope our paths stay crossed
And magic proves to be. |

Monday|

I trudged through the muddied sidewalk, raindrops mercilessly pelting down hard on my back. Best way to start the week.The dreadful walk to school was made even more dire by the weather, and the fact that my last umbrella had suffered the fate of being blown away in disgruntled winds three months ago did not help the situation in any way.

Picking up my pace, I made a right turn, careful not to step into any water puddles. I did not want to spend a day in squeaking shoes, calling unnecessary attention to myself. I preferred to blend with the walls; slip into unobserved oblivion.

Wait, isn't that --

Through my blurred vision, I barely made out a familiar figure, looking equally upset about the weather. Or was it because it was a schoolday?
Nonetheless, I skipped past the puddles, catching up with him, just as my heart skipped a beat.

"Hey, you heading to school?" I tried not to let the exhilaration in my heart spill into my words.

Somewhat surprised, Alistair spun around, the tips of his hair flicking droplets of rainwater against my face; for some reason I did not flinch. I saw in his eyes a debilitated fatigue; dark half-moons hung under his hazel eyes, that at certain angles had the faintest hint of redness. As he took in what was happening, his eyes began to change ever so slightly. From their hazed tiredness a glowing spark was conjured; it made me smile to see that I was the reason.

"Yeah, first day at my new school." He replied in mock enthusiasm.

I considered whether or not to ask him if anything had happened. Was he hungover simply because he was nervous about his first day of school?

"Which school are you going to?" I asked instead. Deep inside I was holding on to the thinnest thread of hope that he would end up in my school. The thought of seeing Alistair along the dull hallways and lifeless staircases was enough to brighten any day.

"Connor Sanders High School. Do you go there too?"

My heart sank. Why was he assigned Connor Sanders, the school right next to mine? He was so near yet far beyond grasp; it was such a pity. My face must have said more than I'd wanted to, as Alistair's expression mirrored the despondence I felt.

"Oh well, at least our schools are next to each other. We may see each other sometime." I replied, coaxing a natural smile onto my face. It was pretty tough, considering the fact that rainwater kept lashing into my eyes spitefully.

Alistair returned a warm smile, eyes seeming to convey a heartfelt message, and it seemed as though time had stopped.

I grew unconscious of the rain beating down on us, of the mud seeping into my shoes, of my arms shivering in the cold. Maybe it was the way the light in his eyes danced; the way they promised something more. We stood there, in the middle of the sidewalk, utterly dumbfounded by the trust that resonated with each passing second. It was peculiar in the most magical of ways; the silent knowing of things to be, despite nothing really having happened.

I took a step towards him, and instinctively dropped my gaze to the ground, suddenly self conscious that I had just reduced the space between us to barely any at all. If he noticed, it hardly showed, and he took it in his confident, knowing stride. As though he had planned this all along, Alistair took my hands in his, earnest sincerity written across his face.

"Thank you. Thank you for everything. I hadn't gotten the chance to tell you how grateful I am, for helping me voice out my grief." He said. "And for getting to know you."

I stood there, unsure of what to say. My heart was beating extraordinarily quickly; I felt my cheeks burn. His hands felt warm around mine, calming me, grounding me.

"I'm really grateful to have met you too." I replied in a near whisper, meaning every word.

Alistair's eyes sparkled; I'm sure mine did too. It was in that very moment, that I knew. Such an affinity was so hard to come by, in this bleak, selfish world we live in. Why we found it was a mystery.

I believe in miracles. I believe.