A few days ago, I found a piece of paper in my pocket that said, “Call me now!”. On the crumpled paper, there was also a number whose last digit was wiped off. After that my life had been hell. Well kind of…
Before this incident I was always a lucky person. If I was late to a class, the class would’ve been canceled, If I spilled something on my shirt, I would have a spare that I don’t remember putting in my bag, If I messed up on a business presentation the people would be impressed anyways. Some of my friends insists this is because I have that charm that no one can seem to resist, even God himself. Well, I think that’s not the case. I mean obviously God is not going to be impressed my looks make me extremely lucky. I think that’s not why other people is also influenced by my luck. I think this luck is not mine. I mean… I think I absorb this luck from someone else. Yes, I know I sound like a crazy person but hear me out.
Few days ago, I was walking down to the coffee shop I regularly go to. Nothing different than usual. Few meters away I saw a tall guy, he had jet black hair that covered his eyes, he had a black sweatshirt on that was surprisingly too big for someone his size. He somehow felt familiar, like an old memory. I swear he intentionally bumped into me. I stumbled up on impact. I mean he was probably twice the size of me, not that this is relevant to the topic. He held me midair. I just know that’s when he slipped that note in. He looked right into my eyes through his dark bangs that covered his just as dark eyes. I instinctively looked at the sky, and there I saw a shooting star in broad daylight. In daylight! What are the odds of that happening? He put me back on my feet. Oh, I just know he did something with that shooting star! Without saying anything hurriedly left. No apologies, no “Sorry, let me get you a cup of coffee as an apology”. Anyways, I went in the shop and ordered my usual order and they said, you are not going to believe this, they said they were “out of” it. What? How? I know this might seem like nothing to a regular person, but this has never, ever happened to me. I tried to act like everything was fine and ordered something else. Later, I got scolded by my boss. Because I was late. This again might seem normal, but I assure you it was not. In my 3 years of working in this company I was late every single day. Every single day my boss came in 1 minute later, except today. Honestly what was happening?
Ok, all of this might seem exaggerated and foolish, however what I am going to tell you is completely serious. On my way home from work, I almost, literally died. My foot got caught on a rock and I fell on a fully busy road. “Luckily” the driver reacted in time and stopped before crushing my skull. That’s where I saw the note. It had fallen out of my pocket. For some reason instead of checking if I hurt myself anywhere, I decided to take a look at the note. You already know the contents of it. I got up, well at least tried to, and walked through the crowd of people surrounding me. I know that this note was from him. The shooting star guy. The tall, handsome, clumsy guy.
Now I’m on my couch finally decided to call this man which I believe took his luck back from me. The lost digit was not a problem for me, there was only 10 different combinations I could try. At the 10th combination I finally reached him.
“Hello?”
Wow he had a really deep voice.
“Hi… Uh Are you the guy that put this note in my pocket? Let me tell you there are better ways to give people your number. This is kind of creepy.”
He stopped a few seconds before answering my question.
“Yes-“
“Don’t you think it is kind of rude to take my luck and just go on with your life. Leave me a note that is not even written fully?”
I will admit even if I knew it was his luck to begin with, I was kind of mad.
“We both know I just took what was mine…”
Oh, wait. I haven’t told you how I was so sure about the luck belonging to him. The night I found the note, I had a dream. I was around 8, a boy was holding both of my hands. I suppose he was around 8 as well. Then he spoke “I wish to give you all my luck Adaline.” Then again, I saw that shooting star. Remember when I told you how he felt like and old memory. Well, I was right. It wasn’t a dream; it was a memory! He gifted me something and now he was taking it back. Anyways back to the conversation.
“…also, I am not doing this just for my sake!”
He sounded frustrated; I mean I kind of spoke over him.
“And how is that?”
“I just needed a little bit of luck to be able to figure out how to distribute this between us.”
I doubt it will work.
“Adaline, I promised to give you all my luck, but I don’t want to die…”
Wow, this got heavy just now.
“I… uh I understand. Just how do you plan on doing that.”
Just when I said that my doorbell rang. I looked through the peephole. And there he was. I mean how did he even found my house. He couldn’t have been that lucky. Oh, wait I forgot he could. I opened the door. He held my hand and pulled me out of the house. Down the stairs we went. I could feel the cold air hit my face when we were outside.
“Adaline…”
He held my hands.
“…I wish both of us to be lucky.”
Oh, I remember the boy’s name now, It was Daniel. I looked over his shoulder at the sky and there again, was the shooting star. Why does it kind of resembles a heart?