maybe it was fate after all (Patreon)

i’m sitting at gare de lyon, waiting for my train, when i hear a familiar voice behind me. i turn, and it’s you. you ask if i remember, but how could i forget? you sit beside me, like no time has passed at all, and somehow we just pick up where we left off. you tell me you went back to the bar looking for me after your date, but by then i was already gone. such a shame, you say. and maybe it was. but sitting here now, it kind of feels like fate was working overtime to make sure we found each other anyway.