Chapter 6: Is Fate Trying To Play Tricks On Us?
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After dinner, Auntie and her kids left. Harper and I cleaned up and went to our room.
I was reading my book when my mind suddenly drifted to my brief interaction with the boy earlier.
I felt so dumb—he asked me my name, and I couldn’t even answer because of a phone call!
But I remembered he said we'd meet tomorrow at the park at 3:30 sharp. I'll be there.
I stopped reading and decided to plan what to wear for tomorrow. What should I wear?
I opened Pinterest and started scrolling through outfit ideas, hoping something would feel just right.
My thoughts were spinning. That boy reads books from my favorite author—just to be a gentleman?
Who does that anymore?
My options were a bit limited since I had recently donated some of my clothes to a foundation my family supports. So, I decided on a simple, casual dress for tomorrow.
Still, I couldn’t sleep that night, knowing I’d be seeing that boy again.
Around midnight, a thunderstorm rolled in. A loud c***k of lightning lit up the sky, and I jumped.
Terrified, I called Waffles to come cuddle with me. His warm little body made everything feel a bit safer.
I was about to call Harper when she took the initiative to come to my room. She knows I'm scared of rain—especially thunderstorms and lightning.
"Why are you here?" I asked.
"I'll sleep beside you since I know you're scared," Harper answered.
"Okay, come here."
Harper and I were really close growing up, but we started to drift apart as puberty hit. Still, when it comes to things like phobias, we're always there for each other.
That night, I was scared—but with Waffles and Harper beside me, I didn’t need to worry.
I woke up and it was still raining. I made pancakes for breakfast. Mom and Dad don’t like having pancakes in the morning—they say it’s too light. They prefer rice or bread instead.
But whenever they’re not around, we always make pancakes. It’s our little way of celebrating their absence and feeling independent.
I fed Waffles while talking to him, “Later, if the rain stops, we’re going to take a walk.”
But the rain only got stronger, and it was nearly 3:30. I was scared to go outside—yet what if the boy was out there, waiting for me?
Should I go?
Suddenly, my mom texted me that they'd extended their stay because of work and blocked roads. She reminded me to stay at home because I'm scared of the rain.
When I was young, I got lost during a festival because it suddenly rained. I was so scared that I decided to find somewhere to hide. People in the town were very worried. They found me at the park, in the little tree house, covering my ears and crying every time lightning and thunder struck.
Since then, my mom never lets me go out whenever there’s a heavy rain. She was so scared by what happened that she has protected me every time it rains.
My mom’s reminder just made me more reluctant to go. I want to see that boy, but maybe fate is just playing with us.
I decided not to go. I’ve stopped trying to predict my life—maybe not going is part of the way things are meant to unfold. It’s strange how a simple reminder from my mom can shift everything. I want to see that boy, but maybe fate has its own plans, and this is just one of them.
I was sad I couldn't go, so I wrote a poem titled "Is Fate Playing Tricks with Us."
I’ve stopped predicting my life,
Maybe peace comes, not with plans, but through strife.
I met a boy,
I don't know his name, but he gave me joy.
I couldn't stop thinking about him,
Because of him, my life is full of hymn.
Three times the charm, we ate together,
I wish it could be forever.
Are my feelings valid for a boy I’ve seen only three times?
We were supposed to meet,
But I’m scared to go outside because of the rain.
Is fate playing tricks on us?
The thing is, I should trust.
If we’re really meant to meet,
Then my thoughts should be complete.
- Writer
