Until We Met Again-Fanfiction

I could smell his perfume, cedarwood, and leather but with an unexpected hint of ripe peaches and dark cherries. He had this fruity scent around him, and I loved every bit of it. It made me feel intoxicated, the good kind. 

Being back here after so many years could be the reason my brain is telling me that I could smell him. There is no way after so many years we would meet, and here out of all places. But my train of thoughts was interrupted by his voice, his warm, soft, slightly husky voice that tormented me every day and night. 

My head snapped, and I looked behind me. There he was standing tall and confident, his hair was blue...the sapphire blue color I loved. As he conversed with another woman who was standing by his side, I couldn't help but notice that he was happy. And that stung more than I ever thought it could, but I was supposed to be happy, I was happy for him. Right?

I could feel the tears knocking in my eyes to escape, I hadn't seen him in such a long time, and seeing him standing there looking happy without me hurt.

Suddenly, his eyes met my eyes, and I swear I think I saw his eyes glow for a while. I quickly turned my head around, I couldn't sit here anymore, not when he was a few feet from me. I stood up and quickly rushed to the closest bathroom, and the heartache I had buried down for so long finally barged back into my heart. 

I could feel my palms sweating, and I couldn't breathe, I slowly sat on the floor as I clutched my chest. I couldn't breathe, I needed to breathe, but all that came out of me was a sob i couldn't stop. The sob i had been trying to lock away for so many years that would finalize the pain and heartbreak I felt.

He wasn't supposed to be here, I wasn't supposed to see him today. 

Our story ended a long time ago. He could bever be with me, and I could never be with him.

It's the way fate wrote it.