This Fateful Day

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Unexpected love in an kinda ordinary day

Submitted: April 04, 2007

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Submitted: April 04, 2007



I smoothed my white gown to remove the non-existent wrinkles. My heart pounded very loud in my ears. I was so nervous and I couldn’t tell exactly why. I was in a room; in fact it was a dressing room. There were big full length mirrors and a make-up dresser and lots of suits. I saw myself in the mirrors and I just couldn’t believe my eyes. It was a wedding gown that I was wearing and it was so pretty and fairy-like. My hair was done where it was falling yet it was up all at the same time.

On the top of my head, there was a veil and I brought it down to cover my face. I could only see a little bit through the cloth and it just looked a like blurs of colors. In the mirror, I saw some movement behind me and turned slowly to face the door. There was a man standing in the doorway.

”Hello, my beautiful wife”, He greeted me in a deep voice. It sent shivers up my spine. He came closer and lightly touched my cheek. Then he slowly lived the veil up to see my face.

As the veil went up, I began to see the face of my husband. I first saw that he was in a nice black suit and wearing a red tie. His chin was squared and firm and his lips were pretty nice to look at. Jutting out from his face, his nose was slightly crooked as if he had broken it a long time ago. His eyes were what threw me off. They were a bright piercing light green. His hair was so silky I wanted to run my hands through the dark chocolate tresses.

As if we were drawn together by a magnetic force, we were about to touch…


My alarmclock rang really loudly interrupting my lovely dream. I groaned and sleepily made my way to the bathroom and got ready to leave. I went to my blue pickup truck and drove to the cafe at the square in the U to meet my best friend for breakfast. The cafe was home-like with red and white checkered tablecloths. We had eggs and pancakes and chatted merrily for awhile. Soon, too soon, we had to go to our psychology class. The professor was droning today and I just couldn’t help yawning. When I left class, it had just begun to snow. Snowflakes were falling in big clusters.

I was going to go out to eat lunch, but it was snowing too hard to actually see where the road was. So I just pulled my truck into one of the small side roads. I left the heat on and also turned on the radio. The radio announcer was happy and jovial and said that a blizzard was hitting the campus. I turned it off with disgust and muttered to myself, “Oh great. I’ll have to sit here for at least an hour!” I stared at the swirling snow outside and hummed a little tune. Somehow, I managed to fall asleep.

I was rudely awakened for the second time of the day by a loud banging sound. Someone or something was hitting the passenger door of my truck! I tried to see who or what it was, but gave up after I realized it was quite useless. So I opened the door really quick and in came a bundled up person- as well as a really cold gush of wind. I couldn’t quite tell who it was or what gender because they were bundled up by countless layers.

Well whoever it was began peeling off the snow-cloaked layers and glanced at me and said, “Thanks for letting me in” in a strangely familiar voice. I knew the voice and I couldn’t place where I had heard it before. I thought really hard and still came up blank.

The layers came off one at a time, and it revealed a well-built man. Under his hat was dark brown wavy hair and, to my disbelief, light green eyes. I swear, to this day, that I stopped breathing. I just couldn’t believe my eyes at all. I probably was as white as a ghost and he stopped stripping when he saw at me.

“What wrong, honey?” He looked at me with a twinkle in his eye as if he knew why already. I hate it when guys have that look in their eye; it makes me feel as if I was a dumb blonde or something. Which I’m not, considering that I’m a brunette. I couldn’t answer, no matter how much I wanted to. “Forget about that question, since apparently the cat got your tongue. But I’ll start introductions. My name is Jonathon Malibar.” He held out his hand.

I shook myself mentally and managed to shake his hand. “I’m Mia Cameron. Sorry about that. I was under a big feeling of deja-vu.”“Really…” That sounded a little skeptical.“Um…yeah. Because last night, I had this dream…” I trailed off, not wanting him to really know quite yet.

“Yes??” His voice was compelling and a little unnerving.

“It was about a wedding,” I glanced up and seeing his face, blushed. “And yea…that’s about it.” I shrugged, trying, but failing to be nonchalant about it. My heart was beating really fast.

“So what does that have to do with me?” His voice was laughing at me, I could tell. He went ahead and guessed after I didn’t answer. “Oh honey, I can figure it out. I didn’t think this was possible, but last night I had a similar dream…except that it was our wedding night.”I knew I turned as red as a tomato after he emphasized that. I was trying so hard not to, but it didn’t work- as usual. I looked away, back to the swirling snow, and stared into space, trying to figure out what to do.

Suddenly, he was really close to me, so close that our lips would have touched had I turned toward him. “I think,” he whispered, “That Fate brought us together in this place today.”

At that moment, I slightly turned to him and caught his eyes watching me.

Will be continued

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