There was no beginning - none in the sense of a definite start anyway. Instead, he had found himself in a rather inconvenient position.
He was halfway there before he realized.
Maybe that was their beginning... For him anyway.
He bobbed his head to the soft beats of the barely audible music. His golden locks, now in a fashionable and neat trim bounced in an effortless motion.
There was a hazy dusk out, which only added to the atmosphere of aristocratic grandeur in front of her favorite restaurant. Hardly mysterious but to those excluded, a place that signified the top.
But she had no clue... And after years and years she still never figured it out - their beginning, that is.
Maybe if he thought hard enough could remember it. A temperate autumn wind whispered through his ear causing him to sigh and breath in the smoky murky air. He couldn't understand it - he couldn't speak wind for god's sake. He raised his eyebrow and tried to return to his pool of thoughts. But he could only wade so far, for so long; the shallow end was far to extended.
Zack did not want to think that dates were their beginning. Not even the first time they held hands. Or the first time kissed. Or last time they were merely called "just friends".
He liked to think that they began distances before that. That somehow it was meant to be. Always was, and always will be. Not to say he thought they were star crossed lovers because - well - that seemed too pretentious even for himself to even think.
He smiled privately as he thought of seeing her tonight. Of course he loved her for who she was inside but who was he kidding if he didn't admit that her beauty was what had caught his notice in the first place. Yes, he wanted to see her. He wanted to see his beautiful London.
He shoved his hands into his pockets and allowed his head to settle down. She could be as late as she wanted. Just as long as she came. He wasn't worried at all that 2 hours had passed. He knew she was there - somewhere - but with him all the same.
And so, in passing, he shook the thought out of his head and twiddled the black velvet cube in his hand. Another beginning? No. Just a continuation.
He shifted his weight over to his other leg. All he knew to do was keep going forward, keep going and never stop. So what if he got lost along the way. At least he was together with her.
He shrugged his shoulders. It was plain and simple. There was no beginning - there will be no end.
A playful nudge awoke him from his state of perplexity. He looked up and was overcome by the presence of London Tipton. She smiled proudly as she twirled in her newest dress.
There she was, right next to him. Always was and always will be.