Waiting

She sat at the bus station waiting for the bus to the big city. She'd told everybody it made more sense she traveled this way. She'd save some money this way. But as her best friend suspected it was of course also because of the risk, or the chance of running into him. She hadn't said anything. But she liked to leave these things to fate. She was a risk taker as she had recently learned and more importantly acknowledged. Maybe things weren't over. Maybe they'd never be, because they'd never had the chance to explore what it was between them. It would do more damage than good if the gods decided that they'd run into each other, she knew that. But she'd always been drawn to a little destruction.