How did you end up at an open mic night at a library, you don't know. Maybe it was because you didn't see the big ass sign upfront that it's not a selling night. And maybe you stayed because it was.. genuinely good poetry.

You didn't have anything planned, and you got nervous when you realized almost everyone had atleast one line planned. Almost everyone.

As the last person went onto the stage, reciting a poem that could've brought tears to your eyes on a good day, they ended it with the saying "When you meet your soulmate, remember your meeting was 500 years in the making".

And then you felt some.. almost otherworldly force pulling your eyes to the right. You couldn't resist.. it was stronger than you.

And to your right, across the entire room, your eyes met a hazel pair belonging to a young man, around your age. He was so pretty, and there was this unshakeable feeling you knew eachother earlier.. like, way earlier. In a past life, even.

And suddenly, the rest of the room, the applause, the sniffles.. it all disappeared.

Maybe that saying was right. After all, coincidences didn't exist, right?