Felicia met him on a cold day in September. She was running,
trying to catch the damn bus that always seemed to be a minute too early.
Harrison was walking down the side walk, his nose in the only journal he’d ever
write in. Felicia wasn’t paying
attention, her eyes set on the bus taking off and her mouth uttering swear
after swear. She collided into Harrison like a freight train. His journal flew
from his hands and landed right in the middle of the street. There they were,
Felicia on top of Harrison and Harrison on his back. Both of them lay there
groaning in pain. Harrison began to sit up, helping Felicia to her feet.
“Are you okay?” He asked her. Felicia rubbed her elbow. “Yeah I think so. I am so sorry. I was trying to catch the bus and I didn’t even see you there!” She exclaimed. The bus was already in the distance and when Felicia realized this she cussed once more. Harrison chuckled some before looking around in panic.
“Where’s my journal?” He asked. Felicia looked over to the street.
“Do you mean that one?” She pointed at it. A car drove by it, just barely missing it. Harrison gasped and ran into the street not even looking where he was going. He grabbed his journal before a semi-truck obliterated him and the journal. Felicia stared at him in shock.
“Are you crazy?! You could have been hit!!!” She said. Harrison looked at her with a serious look in his eyes. “This journal is worth dying for.” He said. Felicia could only gape at him and wonder why a little journal like that would be so damn important.
“Well…why is it so worth dying for?” She asked.
Harrison smiled at her. “Because it’s from my future self, and it has instructions to be here on this exact day. Because it tells me I’m going to be the future love of my life. My one and only. My wife.” He says.
Felicia stares at him confused for a moment before laughing. “Oh good one…I’ve never heard such an elaborate pick up line. And you know what? I think it actually worked.” She flirts with him, all the while not knowing that in that book is a picture of Harrison and her when they are eighty years old, smiling and completely, utterly in love.
“Are you okay?” He asked her. Felicia rubbed her elbow. “Yeah I think so. I am so sorry. I was trying to catch the bus and I didn’t even see you there!” She exclaimed. The bus was already in the distance and when Felicia realized this she cussed once more. Harrison chuckled some before looking around in panic.
“Where’s my journal?” He asked. Felicia looked over to the street.
“Do you mean that one?” She pointed at it. A car drove by it, just barely missing it. Harrison gasped and ran into the street not even looking where he was going. He grabbed his journal before a semi-truck obliterated him and the journal. Felicia stared at him in shock.
“Are you crazy?! You could have been hit!!!” She said. Harrison looked at her with a serious look in his eyes. “This journal is worth dying for.” He said. Felicia could only gape at him and wonder why a little journal like that would be so damn important.
“Well…why is it so worth dying for?” She asked.
Harrison smiled at her. “Because it’s from my future self, and it has instructions to be here on this exact day. Because it tells me I’m going to be the future love of my life. My one and only. My wife.” He says.
Felicia stares at him confused for a moment before laughing. “Oh good one…I’ve never heard such an elaborate pick up line. And you know what? I think it actually worked.” She flirts with him, all the while not knowing that in that book is a picture of Harrison and her when they are eighty years old, smiling and completely, utterly in love.
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