Prologue

She had heard a lot of people talk—blabber around—about love. How it was the first sight that catches your heart the most. She thought there was no such thing. How could you explain scientifically to yourself, how a single sight could manipulate so much it made your mind couldn’t stop working, your body were sore, aching of missing the incomplete figure of one’s sight. It sounded wrong, you wouldn’t get that. And so when she first met him, she couldn’t understand how it finally made sense to her that a single sight could do so much. She couldn’t help but to stare. Like she has been blind for so long, it was her first time looking at the sun.

When two people met and their lives collided, like, somehow the universe conspired to align two lifelines of human being, we called it destiny. It happens every once in a while, if you’re careful enough to see it. Sometimes it gets so blur, like a phantom. But when you finally did, you would see that life—well, no matter how hard it has been, or how much you hated it—was such a great director for everybody. Doesn’t mean it couldn’t screw up, though. When life put two people together, tangling their paths, it forgot to see the correlations between them: whether their grandparents, or their great grandparents had met in one, solid line. Then you began to think. If descent was the issue, if one day they’d be so in love, if the next day they fell outta love, how could they be separated completely? It was the worst part, to be honest.

She dreamed of him a lot, she knew it was prohibited. But she couldn’t stand it. In her dreams, he was as surreal as he has been. He was out of her reach, but keep coming to her and said, ‘where are we going?’. It was some kind of revelation, she realized. They wouldn’t go anywhere, they were too close by blood. When she woke up, she would usually miss him more than she should.