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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?"