Novel & Cerita The Night We Met Meaning

In that moment, I couldn't deny the connection we shared, the bond that had been forged between us through the life growing inside me. As we stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, I couldn't help but reflect on the night that had brought us together. We had met at an art gallery opening a month ago, our encounter resulting in a passionate night that had unexpected consequences. But here we were, navigating the complexities of our situation and finding a way forward with a huge smile on our faces and contentment in our hearts.

Even at the starting point of the music, I already specified the song being played in the background was my favourite one. And the title of the song was "The Night We Met". The lyrics of the song have made me reminisce about that certain night Ghino and I first met. For him, our first met was back in the canteen when I accidentally blocked his feet which resulted in him stumbling over the floor four years ago. But that was utterly not the first one. I'm not even sure if he still remembers it. Our first encounter happens six years ago when I was twelve years old. The same day as my twelfth birthday.

It randomly sweeps over me, tearing my attention away from the moment to settle on that night. I haven't forgotten that night. I wish I have, but if feels ingrained within me in such a way that his mere presence has driven intense heat between my legs. My knees knock. My heartbeat paces every second our eyes meet. Anything that can take him off my mind for a moment is greatly accepted. I can't help it much longer. “ Well, we met in Vegas, on a holiday trip,” he takes over the question before Adam even started, but for some reason, it seems he's recapping the event of our meeting.

I turned to him, peeling my eyes from my food. “Hmm?” “You don’t seem to remember when we first met,” he clarified. I tilted my head. “It wasn’t that night?” He shook his head. He did look familiar when I saw him that night, but I didn’t have the time to think about where I’d seen him, considering what happened. “We met at a bar. You were with a friend, and you both got drunk,” he laughed. I thought back to that night. It was the night before the elect ritual; it had been a while, but I still remembered a few faces.

It was something burning and clean. He sat next to me. Our shoulders didn’t touch, but I could feel the gravity pulling. We didn’t say anything for a long time. Until finally, he broke the silence again. “If tonight was a chapter, what would you call it?” he asked. I glanced up. “The night I met a ghost and invited him home.” He smirked. “Still sticking with the ghost theory?” “Maybe. You kind of haunt me already.” He laughed again, softer this time. “Careful. I might start believing I belong here.”

As we moved together on that sofa, the crackling of the fire mingling with the sound of our heavy breaths in the air, the snow growing darker and darker outside as the sun faded behind the mountain, that word—mine—suddenly sounded like the only word in the entire world. Mine. That night was the first night that I truly understood what it meant to be mates.

"You know what I've been thinking about all evening?" I raised an eyebrow. "Zenith Springs?" "No." "The stock market?" "No." "My halibut victory?" "Tempting." His smile softened. "Fremont Street." Something in his voice made my heartbeat stumble. "The night we met." I smiled despite myself. "The night I nearly ruined your shoes." "The night you snuck around my city disguised as trouble." His eyes sparkled with amusement. "And then danced with me." I remembered it immediately. The music. The lights.

“So what are you talking about, angel?” “About – about all of it. About you and me and Frankie, and our friends being married or getting married, and all these babies on the way... and to think, it all began with you and me having a no-strings-attached, totally-anonymous, one-night-stand. To think that we were never supposed to see each other again after that one night.”

I was already losing mental clarity. I hugged Oliver fiercely, pressing my head to his heart. "Oli, do you remember what we said before? We said that we wanted to get married in Slovegia and that we wanted to see the northern lights. Well, we're here now…" Even I wasn't sure what I'd said after that. Only when Oliver started calling my name over and over again did I finally see his face clearly. He was such an ugly crier. I asked Oliver to find me some alcohol, telling him that I wanted to drink.

But then he stood up and went near me, looked at me in the eyes, my heart skipped a bit. "Just one night!" he begged, saying that word "one night" making me shuddered all I could remember was the first day we met. Shaking my head of thinking things I shouldn't, I took a deep breath before answering. "What if someone sees us?" "Only particular people are in there, Farrah, you don't have to worry, you don't know anyone in there," he responded. "But why me? Can't you just give me other condition rather than this? Then find other women who you can ask to have a date with you tonight," I replied and he sighed.