"Is it chance, or fate that brought me to you?"

Sienna Mathews finally meets her soul-mate, and he brings colour into her world - literally.
But Christian isn't interested in falling in love, not now, and not ever.

What will it take to break his walls?


2. Tomorrow


One year later  –


I laughed joyously as Christian held me in his arms.

He picked me up and spun me around as if I weighed no more than a feather.

“Stop” I begged breathlessly, and he smiled cheekily before attacking again.

He tickled my sides relentlessly before picking up one of the couch pillows and slamming it into my face.

I rubbed my face and my smile dropped, after a second, shock filled his face as he thought he had hurt me for real, as he dropped his weapon and came to hug me I returned the favour hitting his shoulder with my burgundy cushion.

“Truce!” He yelled as I hit him repeatedly and I finally stopped, dropping my pillow and collapsing on the cushions breathlessly.

“I love you” I said, gripping his hand as I lay there.

He leant up on his arm and smiled down at me, kissing my forehead. “I love you too Sienna”

We stayed there silently breathing heavily as I stared into those electric blue eyes. In the weeks after I met Christian, it was those eyes that had me falling for him, and I truly believe they were the first blur of colour I ever saw.

His eyes where the clearest, most pure form of blue I had ever seen, and I loved him for the purity. He was exactly as I imagined him; soft and sweet, his heart was encased in a steal cage that he only let a privileged few into.

I don’t know when he finally realised I had made him fall for me, I think it was when I accidently said “I love you” after our first fight.

I can’t even remember what we where fighting about really, something stupid for sure.

He said: “Why do you even bother? Go home, find someone better!” And I could see how the tears rolled down his face and I screamed at him.

“I love you, why would I leave?”

And that was an extremely efficient ending to our first and only fight.

And now we were here, over a year later – totally in love.


“Hey Christian” I asked suddenly, turning to him.

“Yes my love?” He answered with his eyes closed.

“Do you believe in fate?” I asked and he opened his eyes, surprise filling them

Even after a year of my relentless questions, he was still surprised when I thought up new ones.

He was quiet for a moment and I let him think.

“I’m not sure.” He answered. “Was it chance or fate that brought me to you?” He mused, before lifting my hand and placing a kiss to my palm.

“I never would have considered fate a year ago, but now, laying here with you, fate must have bound us together” He said smiling, and I returned the look before settling in to cuddle him quietly.

“Are you excited about tomorrow?” I asked and I could see the wheels in his head turning.

“Tomorrow?” He asked finally giving up

“Our 12 month anniversary” I smacked at his arm and he laughed, wrapping his arms around me and squeezing me tightly, whispering in my ear.

“I know, just make sure to be ready by six” He warned and I shivered.


Christian had been teasing me for the past month about his plans for our anniversary, and though I had some ideas, he had yet to tell me what we were doing. All I knew was that he would be sending me off to my mother for half the day before returning to pick me up at six.

I was honestly just shocked that he had spoken, and convinced my mother to participate in his plan.

About six or so months into our relationship Leanne had expressed her absolute hatred towards Christian and basically told me to leave him or leave the house.

 I obviously chose him.

So since then he hadn’t spoken to her, while I had tried, and failed to get her to understand, so instead we both got jobs and got an apartment in the suburbs. It wasn’t anything like what I was used to, but it was perfect because I had him.

“Okay, time to get up lazy” I smiled and  gracefully rose from ym spot, offering him a hand up. “Want to help cook dinner?” I asked smiling.

Christian couldn’t cook to save his life, and we both knew it. And I always joked about him helping – but the boy couldn’t boil water without burning the house down (almost literally, we have a burn mark on the roof to prove it)

I turned on our radio and turned the dial until it was set on CD and started playing the tape of our songs.  I hummed and cooked, content.

Honestly, if this was going to be the rest of my life, I was going to be beyond happy.

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