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Fate: a Haleb One-Shot

Prompt: For my Haleb Fans.

This isn't exactly fluffy or cute but just read it and yeah...

I do not own Pretty Little Liars

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Fate.

Fate is like a car.

It helps you along your way so you don't have to do all the heavy lifting.

It leads you places you need to be, to people you need to see.

But sometimes:

You crash.

Everything.

Every detail is dull.

All the colors are faded.

The car is wrecked.

He left.

She let him go too easily.

He let her go too soon.

You can decide which one for yourself.

She had moved on. He had moved on.

But the car's dying sparks are what saved their hearts.

It saved them.

Hanna's POV

Coffee stained tables and hipster decorations.

Bowler hats and oversized glasses.

The buzz of coffee machines and the click of students studying.

The swing of a door.

Barely audible.

I turned around and there he was.

Right in front of me.

His hair was cut choppily and paired with an exhausted look.

He wore all dark colors and a haunted in his eyes.

He was different and he had changed.

For better or for worse?

I didn't know yet.

But he was here.

And that's all that mattered.

Caleb.

Caleb's POV

The scent of dead cigarettes and Rosewood pines.

Broken glass and cracked cement.

Cars zooming past, teens giggling in the dark.

The swing of a door.

The quiet tap of a shoe.

She was unrecognizable from the back.

Black streaks through her beautiful blonde hair, now cut to a much shorter length.

A recycled jean jacket and some dirty Converses.

She turned around and she was there.

Right in front of me.

Her eyes were tired and frustrated.

From what?

I couldn't tell yet.

But none of that mattered.

No.

Not when she was here, with me.

Hanna.

Third Person POV

Fate. Cars.

Changed. Wrecked.

Hearts mended, parts fixed.

Just one person, just one gear.

People change, people grow, a switch of cars, a hindering passenger door.

Caleb. Hanna.

It took one week.

Less than a week.

For the fate to switch back.

Messy kisses, sloppy love.

Words of admiration exchanged and sneaky glances in public.

Tangled hair, breakfast in bed.

Growing apart, pulling together.

Fights, tears, screams.

Makeups, hugs, moving on.

Getting married, having kids, growing old.

The story that began with two confused teens and ended with two confused adults.

Till death do them part.

Through sickness and health.

And eventually.

When the car has run its course.

The driver takes control.