- Year Seventeen, Christmas Eve, The Ring -
Although she once thought of William as just a friend, she had realized that eventually she no longer had to force herself to love him. Eventually, it came naturally to her.
Seeing him didn't give her butterflies. It didn't make her heart race.
Being around him was like being in the eye of the storm.
He made her calm.
When he proposed, she thought of the same brown eyes that haunted her dreams from time to time.
Her childhood friend was on his knee in the middle of their old neighborhood park.
He thought of it as romantic. She was sitting on the park bench they had their initials carved into.
She thought it was incredibly ironic. It was while sitting on this bench that she heard Chance for the first time.
He was so hopeful.
She wouldn't be able to do better than him.
"Yes."
She was engulfed in a hug. People around them clapped. She was smiling.
A tear trickled down her cheek.
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A Series of Chance Encounters | Short Story
Teen FictionEliza Burke never believed in fate, always standing by the concept that her life was a product of her own free will and all of the choices that she has made. But how long can she run from her true destiny, which happens to take form in the shape of...
