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Into the Unknown of Us
In That Haze — No5 (Micro)
You have to understand that I didn’t mean for it to begin this way.
I thought you and I would have a meet-cute like in some frothy romantic comedy. Alas, we were a disaster waiting to happen in the way of beautiful things exploding in a midnight sky, only to fall as ashes to the ground.
But the moment I saw you on my sister’s arm — I don’t know, something inside me shattered. I had seen a likeness of you once upon a time in my dreams, so silly, but of course you weren’t mine to have and to hold. Fate hadn’t connected us like a string of fate threading from your soul to mine. Those kinds of things were best left to the stories I spun during my free time at my warehouse job.
You glanced my way, and your dark eyes met mine as if an arrow had startled itself from you to me. You shook your head, a little dazed.
But I knew better. I’d seen this game before. Cupid may have loved to match people together, but he also liked the mischief involved with seeing people get their hearts broken. This was probably another one of his clever tricks.
As I saw the courtship of you and my sister unfold, I would learn the ways of a love that wasn’t meant to be. She was older than me, taller, with a better fashion sense and lovely red curls that tumbled…
