She has been wondering, what fate truly does to human lives.
Is it Fate that bonds lives? Create friendships? Relationships? More lives?
What does life play in accordance to the laws of the cosmos?
What did her past hide, even from herself? What did her present give to the society?
What does her future hold for her?
"Honey?"
The door opens, in pokes her mother's head.
"Are you ready? We don't want to be late."
"Yes mom," she murmured.
Sitting at the airport bench, sipping on her fruits soda, her eyes kept shifting, unconsciously observing people walking past her.
"Hey."
She willed herself to look at the person beside her. She smiled and offered her soda.
He took it and sipped softly, leaning back on the bench and casually swung an arm behind her.
He offered her soda back.
"You know you should lay off the sweet drinks. You're getting fat." He grinned.
She swiped her soda back. "Bastard", she muttered and went back on observing.
They sat in comfortable silence, testament of years of togetherness, quietly aware of the other's presence.
Friends since high school, they guarded each other's back as intense as siblings, as fierce as lovers, as bonded as couples. Together, they became a team. Partners.
But they were just friends. And to both of them, it is the most important thing there is.
They each had troubles, had relationships, and had their lives to live. But they were still able to remember the other as another part of themselves, as twins sharing an unseen bond.
Time had flown to fast.
Fate has started its twisted game.
By the waiting aisle, two families are taking in a few moments of conversation. Hugs, kisses, a few tears.
She was speechless. He was looking everywhere but at her.
She grasped his hands. Held them tight.
"Promise me? You'll write often? You'll miss me?" She smiled, willing tears away.
"Heh... of course. I won't have anyone to tease anymore."
She bonked him gently on the head with a fist.
"Moron", she laughed softly.
Her laugh cut short when he pulled her to a tight embrace.
He pulled her tight against him. Smelling her hair, feeling her fast heartbeat, memorizing the feel of her before the dreaded time came.
He whispered on her ear. Her eyes widened, then he let go. His hands sliding down her from her shoulders, down her biceps, her lower arms, over her wrists, her hands and finally over her fingertips, when all contact finally ceased.
She waved to the airplane.
Fate has won the game.
But Fate has not seen a trap woven when it has turned its eyes away to glory in its victory.
A promise had been made. A promise worth a thousand promises.
Goodbyes left an ache.
But what is the true meaning of goodbye?
Goodbyes will not be given a chance to rear its ugly head.
The recent goodbye held a promise. One she will keep. One she will endure.
"I will do my best for you too." She whispered, imprinting the airplane's flight in her head. One day, it will come back with that one person she holds dear.
The future has finally opened itself to her. Her past and present does not affect her much now.
What is important is her courage for the future.
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