Strings Between Us

Chapter Thirteen – Destiny’s First Step

The next day, New York felt different.

Colder, heavier. Or maybe it was just their hearts.

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Dylan

He couldn’t get her out of his mind. The way her silhouette flashed in neon light. The way his chest had nearly exploded when he whispered “Es ella.”

Now, walking alone near Madison Square Garden after morning practice, his hands trembled inside his hoodie. His throat was dry. His heartbeat didn’t know how to calm down.

Why am I like this? I don’t even know her. I don’t even—

But he did. Somewhere deep, older than memory.

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Keisha

Her coach gave the team a rare hour off before training. Keisha wandered, hoodie up, earphones in, pretending she was just another tourist in New York.

But her stomach was tight. Every step buzzed with that same invisible pull.

She stopped near the Garden. A crowd spilled out of a*****e.

And then—

A shiver ripped down her spine. She froze, breath caught. What was that?

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The Collision

Dylan turned the corner at that exact moment.

His head low.

Her eyes scanning.

And then—

The world stopped.

Crowds blurred.

Traffic noise died into silence.

Dylan’s pulse hammered so hard it hurt. His mouth went dry, his throat locked. He couldn’t even breathe.

Keisha’s body stiffened, a wave of heat and cold crashing together. She didn’t know why, but her chest whispered: It’s him.

Their eyes met. For the first time, no screen, no messages, no miles. Just flesh, breath, and beating hearts.

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Dylan

His hand twitched like it wanted to reach hers across the space. His mind screamed say something, move, but he couldn’t.

Carajo, this is real…

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Keisha

Her lips parted, words trembling on the edge. The pull was unbearable, like the thread itself was dragging them step by step closer.

One step.

Then another.

Until they stood just a few feet apart.

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A bus roared past.

The crowd surged around them.

But neither looked away.

And destiny whispered—not not yet.

But finally.