Page 75 of Panther's Magpie
“I…I don’t know.” She pauses. “I would like to think so, though.”
“Yeah?”
My heart rate speeds up.
She nods. “Yeah, I believe in fate. If we were meant to happen, then fate would bring us together. Be that romantically or platonically.”
That sounds nice, but I still don’t understand.
“How can you believe in fate after everything you’ve been through?”
“That’s actually why I believe in it. It’s how I’ve come to terms with everything I’ve been through. I’d like to think that whatever divine spirit is out there doesn’t put us through things that we can’t handle. That if I keep just pushing through, overcoming every obstacle, something great will be waiting for me on the other side.”
“So you’re just waiting for it to happen.”
“Exactly. Just waiting and rolling with the punches as they come,” she says lightly.
This girl.
She’s resilient. That’s for fucking sure.
“Do you think we are supposed to be romantic or platonic?”
She glances over at me with a small smile. “I’m still waiting to find out.”
“Is it wrong that I’m hoping it’s supposed to be romantically involved, because this morning…” I whistle, making her laugh.
She looks back to the sky.
“One thing’s for sure. We have amazing fucking chemistry,” I tease.
Maggie tips her head back and laughs, taking my breath away.
“That we do. That we do. I kind of hated you when you left this morning,” she says as she gets herself under control.
“You and me both,” I mutter, making her smile.
As she stares up at the sky, I look at her. If I could create my dream woman, it would be her.
She’s strong, resilient, and beautiful.
She is the sunshine to my storm.
She is everything I’ve ever wanted, and she’s out of reach.
Or is she?
Reaching over, I take her hand in mine. She doesn’t look away from the sky but squeezes my hand in hers.
“What if…” I trail off.
She looks over at me and smiles. “What if what?”
“What if we are each other’s something better? What if we are supposed to be together?” I ask, taking a risk.
“I would like to think so. I’m scared, but I’m hopeful,” she says softly.
“Me too. Me fucking too.”
