Fanfiction: Overpass

The course of true love never did run smooth.
- William Shakespeare

He likes going there, by the busy roadside which overlooked the busier highway, just watching the cars go by. People say he’s mad, but he likes to think that watching life pass by has an addictive effect on him; it soothes him and it calms him down, especially after an exhausting day of chasing spirits and hunting down ghosts.

Of course, like everything else in his life, nothing is always as it seems.

She likes to go to her workplace using the highway, straddling her bike and simply speeding with all the other vehicles. People call her a daredevil, for she constantly pushes her bike to its limit, and has a boxful of speeding tickets, but she likes to think that she’s a speed junkie, and simply loves the thrill of the wind blowing through her hair; then again, she was always more of a tomboy than a girl, after all.

Of course, like everything else in her life, nothing is always as it seems.

He would wait by the roadside, loiter around by the cliff, paying particular attention to the road below, watching and spying intently for a rider and her black motorcycle.

She would speed by on the highway, careful to wear her eye-catching black, and occasionally gaze up above to try and spot the black-robed shinigami.

And when they both see each other, they would be assured, that none was lost to the other, even though they could only catch a glimpse of the other and not touch and feel and kiss, even though their lives together begin and end in that very moment.

And after that heart-wrenching, momentous brief second when they pass by each other, everything goes back to normal, and life goes on. But he would go by that busy road again, and she would travel by the busy highway.

And their lives would cross, and they will meet, and still not meet.

OVERPASS noun:
a passage, roadway, or bridge that crosses above another roadway or thoroughfare