Fate.

He walked with an immaculate posture being retained in every step. With destination. Purpose. Yet something about the blank stare pulsing through his eyes warned me he really had no idea where he was going.

That could've immediately been a red flag, but it intrigued me that one person could be so evidently lost in their own mind. And like the inquisitive person I am - I wanted to know more. I wanted to figure him out. Despite my persistent conscience urging me to take steps back, I proceeded to step forward. Only then did I realize I had begun to walk myself right into quicksand.

Slowly sinking, I grasped the nearest thing to me... His attention. And that seemed to pull me out from under quite quickly. But just when I thought I'd been saved, I found myself being dragged across the rugged forest floor and screaming for some sort of unattainable sympathy. Of course, he was still walking, with fierceness in his stance but no destination in his eyes.

I should've been scared. I should've ran for the hills. But I embraced the torture and let myself believe that something good would come out of it, eventually.

He came to a halt, looking around at the broken atmosphere piecing itself into daylight. I glanced at his emotionless expression without a single movement and watched him drop my existence in a split second. His feet, again, descended the rocky gravel in a persistent sprint. I lay confused in a pit of regretful stains on my dignity.

The sun seared my eyes for hours before I finally found the strength to pick myself off the ground. Within seconds, my knees shattered and I collapsed onto the ground again. I was weak; weaker than I remembered.

After several more hours of distress and panic, I caught sight of a pale figure looming out of the darkness. It was him; drifting to his knees and swinging me over his shoulder.

Why was he here? What did he want?

I continuously contemplated where his intentions may have lied, but refused to address them aloud. He began to walk with a new weight on his shoulders; a little more sure of himself this time. However, I wasn't convinced.

He held me, delicately. He wasn't rough this time. It was as if he felt remorseful. As if he had found out where he was supposed to go. But again, the question arrived - what did he need me for?

Suddenly he lay my bruised body down on an empty patch of dirt in the middle of the forest. It was surrounded by beautiful trees, birds singing, and wind hushing through the otherwise silent atmosphere. He looked at me, sincerely, and gave a sort of crooked half-smile. His eyes, solid brown, caused my thoughts to pause in time. I felt myself shake, then gasped.

He lifted me up and sat me up against a tree. He opened his mouth to speak, and I quickly interrupted.

"Do you have any idea where you're going?" I demanded, a new confidence arising.

"I didn't." He laughed, quietly. "But for some reason, something kept leading me back to you."

He brushed the dirt off my wounded legs, and began to speak again. "I thought I knew where I was going, but you kept getting in my way..."

I rolled my eyes. "So what now?"

"I'm here. I'm where I'm supposed to be." He spoke. "And I wouldn't be here with you if you weren't supposed to be here with me."

I stood up, frustrated with his words that I couldn't interpret logically. My weak legs attained strength again and began running in the opposite direction. He didn't run after me. After 20 minutes, I could feel myself run out if breath. Just when I thought I'd ran far enough to get away from him - it was as if I'd made a full circle through the forest - running straight into his open arms.

I pushed out of his grasp and my puzzled expression met his gaze. I grimaced.

"Do you have any idea where you're going?" He smiled.

"Something lead me back here!" I screamed, before acknowledging my words. I paused, sighed, and slowly fell into his embrace.

"Something lead me back to you."