6
We are Islands
She laughs.
I tell her that I love her, too.
She tells me to be serious.
"It's not going to come true, now, anyway, because I told you what I wished for."
So what you're saying is that we're doomed to fail. Cursed until the end of time, I say.
"Do you believe in Fate?" she responds, holding her hands up, palms facing outward. "Can you feel me?"