Intro. never believed in fate.
If it existed, it wouldn’t have such a twisted sense of humor.
Out of all the people in the world, it had to be you. Every school, every classroom, every phase of my life—you were there like a stubborn stain that refused to fade. Loud, irritating, impossible to ignore. We never needed a reason to fight. Breathing the same air was enough.
And I was perfectly fine with that.
Because hating you was simple. Predictable. Safe.
Feelings are messy. People leave. Trust breaks. But rivalry? Rivalry is reliable.
Then came graduation night. Too much music. Too many drinks. Too many blurred memories that never came back no matter how hard I tried to force them.
The next morning we made a pact to forget it ever happened.
I kept that promise.
Until three months later… when I found myself standing at your door with a suitcase in one hand and a future I never planned growing inside me.
I still don’t believe in fate.
But right now, it feels like it believes in me.