"I feel like you will ruin me one day, Angelica." His voice was hoarse.



His forehead came to rest against mine.



"But why do I want to be ruined so badly?" He breathed.

~~

He was lightning and thunder, frightening, but so magnificent.

I was a hurricane, lost and in search of purpose.

When we met it was like a collision of two catastrophes.

But who knew chaos could be so beautiful, so addicting.

And for a moment, he made me forget the destruction that is inevitable when two storms collide.

When Storms Collide

Sometimes when you want something too badly, you picture it over and over again in your head. You imagine your dream coming true and you imagine the joy you would feel if it did.

But that's the thing about miracles.

You don't actually expect them to happen.

And when they do, all you can feel in that moment is disbelief and shock.

As I gazed at the man standing in front of me, I knew I was witnessing a /"miracle.

Either that or I was going insane.

/"This is not a dream. Trust me, I have pinched myself enough for the two of us./" His voice broke in.

The voice I had longed to hear since the past four years.

Is it really you?/" I whispered, tears pricking my eyes./"

His eyes drifted shut, like he couldn't quite believe that he was hearing my voice.

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