Category: English

Fate. The term had crossed her mind for a brief second when she first laid eyes on him tonight in the crowd of unknown faces across the street. She’d never believed in fate before today, always brushing it off as romantic bullshit that people conveniently used to explain statistical anomalies…

    Held in a late season At a shifting of worlds, In the golden balance of autumn, Out of love and reason We made our peace; Stood still in October In the failing light and sought, Each in the other,ease And release from silence, From the slow damnation Of…