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Eight years later she remembers it as though it just happened; cliche yes, but true.

The fog that had not yet lifted made the morning cold and so before heading to explore the town she went into a nearby cafe for coffee. Not wanting to waste a minute of her seven days she took it to go and rushed out the door, only to bump into him. She looked first at the coffee pouring down his shirt then up to his face and knew right at that moment that things would be different from then on.

And they were.

He went into town with her that day and the days after that save one - the one they stayed all day in her bed and breakfast while it rained so hard that they just watched it fall against the windows. When it cleared they went for supper with his family and this was the only time her nerves kicked in. Without a word he winked at her; it was the first time she ever felt safe and believed everything would happen as it should.

When the time came for her to leave, he handed her a note he'd written that said he wasn't sure what would happen next - if he'd ever ever see her again or not. She knew and when she knows something it happens. They went their separate ways - he back to school and she back to her country that no longer seemed to fit.

So two months later she returned to his country and there she stayed. Not only because she knew, but because he did too. And that was enough for the both of them.