The Threads of Fate

The downpour fell in a delicate, cadenced sprinkle over the clamoring city of Avelon. Its roads, typically abounding with energy, presently gleamed under the radiance of streetlights as umbrellas bounced back and forth. In the midst of the commotion of far off vehicle horns and mumbling bystanders, two spirits, accidentally weaved by destiny, ended up very nearly an experience that would completely change them.

Lena couldn't stand the downpour. It helped her to remember days spent inside, enclosed by covers, with only old films to occupy her from her isolation. Today was the same. She had recently left her number one book shop, a little earthy colored pack grasped in her arms, containing one more original she would peruse alone. The narrative of her life felt like an endless circle of dark days and fictitious getaways.

She pulled her coat nearer and turned the corner onto Willow Road, a way she frequently took when she expected to clear her head. The tight road, fixed with interesting bistros and rare shops, consistently gave her a feeling of solace. Yet, this evening, with the downpour pattering down and the world inclination heavier than expected, even that solace felt far off.

As she strolled, somewhere down in thought, Lena didn't see the man remaining at the side of the road, tinkering with his messed up umbrella. He was tall, with a rumpled appearance, like life had lost him course over and over. His name was Adrian, and like Lena, he had arrived at this area of the city looking for shelter from his viewpoints.

Adrian had forever been a drifter, both as a main priority and soul. He had become fed up with the corporate drudgery, picking rather to seek after an existence of imagination as a painter. In any case, as of late, his dream had deserted him. Days that were once loaded up with dynamic tones and thoughts had transformed into vast long stretches of gazing at fresh starts. This evening, he was out strolling, trusting the downpour could wash away the waiting haze to him.

As he battled with his umbrella, the breeze unexpectedly got, flipping it back to front and sending a shower of water straightforwardly toward Lena. She panted, frightened as the virus water drenched her coat.

"God help us! Please accept my apologies!" Adrian shouted, his voice touched with authentic regret. He surged forward, offering the main dry piece of his jacket as a stopgap safeguard.

Lena flickered in shock, her disturbance rapidly dissolving even with his ungainly yet sincere conciliatory sentiment. She made a stride back, giggling gently. "It's fine, truly. It's simply water."

Adrian grinned, alleviated. "I'm Adrian, coincidentally," he said, broadening his hand.

"Lena," she answered, shaking his hand. There was something about his presence that felt peculiarly soothing, such as compromising of a generally unremarkable night.

"All things considered, Lena, I owe you essentially an espresso to compensate for almost suffocating you," he kidded, motioning toward a close by bistro. The glow of the greeting surprised Lena, yet because of reasons she couldn't exactly make sense of, she gestured. Perhaps it was the downpour, or perhaps it was the inclination that her routine could stand a little purge.

Inside the bistro, the aroma of newly fermented espresso consumed the space as they sat by the window, watching the downpour proceed with its dance outside. The discussion between them streamed effectively, with Adrian sharing accounts of his movements and Lena getting serious about her adoration for writing. They figured out something worth agreeing on in their common enthusiasm for workmanship, each noteworthy their battles with depression and the quest for motivation.

Hours passed like minutes, and when the downpour had eased back to a simple sprinkle, they understood they were the last clients in the bistro. Lena experienced a glow in her chest, an inclination she hadn't encountered in quite a while. It wasn't simply the solace of the discussion, however the feeling that she had at last found somebody who figured out her — in addition to the superficial interests, yet the more profound, implicit pieces of her heart.

As they left the bistro, Adrian strolled her to the closest metro station, their means synchronized, as though they had been strolling this way together for quite a long time. They remained there briefly, the delicate sparkle of the streetlamps creating shaded areas on their countenances.

"I had a truly decent time this evening," Lena said delicately, her voice nearly muffled by a far off train drawing closer.

"Me as well," Adrian answered. "I'd very much want to rehash this."

Lena grinned, a certifiable grin that contacted her eyes, something she hadn't done in that frame of mind while. "I figure I would as well."

As they traded numbers and said their farewells, neither knew where this second would lead. Maybe it would be the start of a delightful sentiment, or maybe it would be simply one more passing part in their lives. Be that as it may, until further notice, it didn't make any difference. The strings of destiny had united them, and at that time, as they left each other under similar sky, the two of them felt the world was somewhat less forlorn.

What's more, here and there, that was sufficient.