Part Two

The Accident

Of course, it wasn’t a coincidence. I don’t believe in coincidences and thankfully neither does she.

Although, spontaneity doesn’t come with a lot of safety for our emotions, life wouldn’t make sense without it.

In my pursuit of the random things in life, I chose to infiltrate the library.

There has always been an unspoken assumption that people went to the library only to focus or do deep-work. There by, inferring that you could only find serious people there.

So every day I went to the library to be utterly unserious.

I went as a distraction, serially dedicated to diluting the focus of the assumed serious students. I was a distraction.

Until she became my focus.

 

I had successfully broken all the unspoken rules, never spoken to the librarian, placed my bag on the floor, spoke to those who didn’t want to be spoken to, and best of all, sat at people's designated seats.

I had always wondered why rules existed. Structure, order, routine, it all felt like a social construct.

God already made the world in order, structure, and routines, which we follow subconsciously or consciously. So why then, did we have to limit ourselves to that which God had already limited us to?

I was determined to change the narrative through distraction.

But today was different.

Today, my senses came alive and responded to order.

People always said the library had an old, dusty, burnt-like smell as always. But, I could only perceive it today because of her.

She smelt like sunflowers soaked in the ocean but mixed with coffee. And for the first time, I could hear the little whispers. The small talks which felt like loud clashing cymbals as I listened to her subtle yet firm footsteps come to an abrupt stop in front of her seat. The one which I sat ever so comfortably in.

Was she looking?

I could feel her eyes on me. Could she see how fast my heart was beating?

 

Calm down

 

I tried to remind myself of the book in my hands whose I had long forgotten.

I assumed she wasn’t an uncultured ogre like me who never paid any attention to reading books all my life. And so I prayed to God to help lock my gaze on the scrambled words of this book.

Whether I was pretending to be interested in the book to gain her respect or provoke her to interrupt my staring contest with words was a truth that would only be revealed by her reaction.

To my wonder and maybe my despair, her respect for this pretense surpassed her attachment to this chair.

" You again ?! What exactly is your problem ?!"

 

You

 

Of course, it wasn’t a coincidence, each day I saw her enter that hall, she threw away every random act in me and quickly became the object of my focus.

Knowing the exact time she'd walk in was not a coincidence. Sitting on "her seat" wasn’t a coincidence, picking up a book to read was not a coincidence and definitely bumping into her while she was frantically texting her phone was not a coincidence.

I asked myself why I had planned this "accident" with the one person who made me go against my mission and conform to the normalcy of human nature and the answer proved itself to me as she angrily stared into my eyes. Which I hoped did not betray my wonder as I looked into her beautiful raging eyes.

"You should watch where you're going, you know.”

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Co-author's note ;

Hiiii guyssss Rayo here, I hope you're enjoying the story so far. 🤭

See you tomorrow !