I used to take long walks with Destiny. Those long late-night walks when it was just starting to get cool outside and the moon could be seen hiding behind thin layers of clouds. I liked taking those walks. Listening to the rustle of the leaves on the empty streets while the wind warms the body. It was nights like that I loved. But Destiny was always changing. Evolving into something different each time I saw him. Sometimes his eyes were blue, sometimes they were brown or green. These little things told me he was trying something new. The little changes are the ones that told me his mood. While the big ones caused catastrophes.

Last night Destiny called me and told me to meet him at the corner of Heaven and Hell. "Is that a joke?" I asked. He said yes. You could never tell with him.

We took a walk around the park.

Destiny would kick a small stone every now and then. He always looked different, always. We walked around the pond. He sighed.

"What do you think about when you look at the stars?" he asked me. I looked at the stars and thought about angels. Thought about diamonds and jewels, thought about vanilla scented candles and about fairy dust. I thought about everything but him.

"What do you think about?" he repeated.

"I think about you," I lied. This was always my answer.

Destiny would never lie.

We walked.

Last night I thought I would try something new.

"Do you believe in choices?" I asked. Destiny stopped walking and chewed on his bottom lip. His eyes flashed a hint of green but vanished when he realized what he had almost let happen. Green is his sign of fear. He jammed his hands in his pockets. I started to ask again, "Do you believe in---?" Destiny held his hand up; he never lets me finish my sentences.

"I believe in the belief of choices." he said. I pretended to be satisfied.

It was now his turn. He knew this, I knew this.

"What do you think of when you look at the water?" he asked. I looked at the water. I looked at it's movement and flow, soft and smooth

"I think about drowning." I said. Destiny turned, his eyes brown, looking at me. This wasn't what he expected and he always gets what he expects.

"What do you think about when you look at the water?" he asked again.

"I think about sinking and boat crashes." I replied looking into his eyes which did a firework show of blues. He shut them.

"What's the matter, Destiny?" I teased.

"Nothing." he said. But it was more than that.

I could feel him watching me through the dark. I could feel his frustration.

"And what do you think about when you look at the world?" he asked.

"I think of the stars, the stars." I whispered. This is what Destiny expected. This is what Destiny wants to hear. So I deliver.

Destiny and I walked until we came to a willow tree. The tree we always came to at this point at this time. It's braches would sway between each quiet breath we took. I watched him study the misshapen heart that was carved in the bark. I remember wondering if it bled.

"Do you believe in love?" I asked him. He traced the indention with his finger. Traced it along it's bumps and cracks, along it's imperfections, because love is just that, before stopping along the crooked arrow shot at an angle through the center.

"I believe in the love of God." he informed me with a smile. He always had an answer. I saw that he saw I was not satisfied. And I saw that he enjoyed it. He's funny like that.

We moved on. He was a step ahead and I was a step behind. This is the way it always was. This is the way it was supposed to be. I knew this because he knew this. He knew this because he had to.

I sat down on the bench I marked as ours, the way I always did when Destiny and I went for walks. He stopped and stood in front of me, I stared at his back.

"What do you think about when you look at me?" he questioned, turning around. I looked at the ground and studied a leaf.

"What do you---?" I held my hand up. It was my turn to play Destiny.

"I don't think about anything," I answered, "except everything about you." Destiny understood. Destiny always understood.

"Maybe I should leave," he said frustrated, "leave you and find someone new."

I felt him watching me in the dark. I remember hearing the wind scream and the trees cry. I remember the breeze that came and swept up the leaf and carried it down into the pond or maybe up to the stars in the heavens. I can still hear the way the ground groaned.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked.

I looked up at him. I looked up into the eyes of Destiny and felt his sadness as I turned away. His eyes told my truth. And my eyes told his fear. "It doesn't matter," I answered, "you already know what will happen."

We walked back across the world together and I can remember it all.

"We'll meet again at the corner of Heaven and Hell," he told me. I asked him if that was a joke. Destiny just smiled at me. You could never tell with him.