I felt tears well up in my eyes again, and I slowly reached for the phone. My hand was trembling badly, and I had to hold it down with my other hand. I picked it up, then brought the phone to my ear, tears already streaming down.
It was still raining outside, and I kept my eyes on the drops that stayed on the glass window, as I spoke into the phone.
"Hello?" My voice shook, and I closed my eyes. "Who is this?"
I knew who to expect. The man that would report Luke's accident to me, and the hospital he was rushed to. Then I would run out the house only to meet him dead.
"Karla?"
My brows furrowed at the sound. Even over the static and the heavy rain, I could tell who it was, well enough.
"Karla, this is Karla, right?"
My brows furrowed even more as I clutched the phone to my ear. "Luke?"
"Oh, thank Goodness gracious. I guess I was so out of it earlier when I was about to leave, and I forgot the documents meant for the meeting on the bed. Did you see it?"
My eyes widened as I slowly turned. His black bag was sitting on the edge of the bed. He had come in to comfort me, and had kept it there, but hadn't remembered to take it.
I gasped, my hand coming to my mouth, the tears in my eyes stopping.
"Well, yeah. I couldn't make it there because of that and...I turned back, but there was such a huge traffic jam, coupled with the unexpected rain..."
"You are okay, Luke? You are really okay?"
"Yes, Karla. I am fine. I actually called because...well, the front door, I am not sure how..but I think I locked myself out. Somehow...so...could you please come and open it up for me? It's raining here."
I nodded, without answering and dropped the phone on the bed, my lips parting. The years started to fall again, but this time, it was different.
Realization hit me hard. Fate had never been mine to change. Fate will never be mine to change. And no matter what I would have done earlier, if I had tried to interfere, I probably would have realized my greatest fear myself.
But his simple effort of comforting me, that simple gesture had changed everything for both of us.
I stood from the floor and ran down the stairs, the heavy pelting of the rain like music to my ears. The front door was indeed locked, and I opened it up.
He was standing close to the car, his hands hugged around him. He was standing, full of life, agile, and so heavenly beautiful.
He gave a huge smile as he saw me, then started to come towards the door, but I went first.
"You'll get drenched." I heard him say, but I didn't quite care. I don't care if it was rain or acid, if he was under it, then I would be too.
I don't know what to make of everything. I don't know how deserving of such miracles I was, but thank you. To everything that gave me my husband back, not once, not twice, but thrice.
I got the chance to love him in two timelines, and to watch him cheat death. Just to come back to me.
I ran with everything I had, the rain drenching me, my hair falling to cover my eyes, but I didn't care.
"Karla." He said, just as I got to him, hoisting myself up into his arms. He caught me, like I somehow knew he would. His arms were my place, and they would never fail to catch me.
I leaned to him, my hands wrapping around the nape of his neck, a few fingers extending into his wet hair, and I took his lips in mine.
I felt him suck in a sharp breath as I kissed him, but he didn't stop me. 
He let go of his tension a while later, and his hand came up to my face, moving my hair away as he cupped the side of my cheek, and for the first time, in this future, he kissed me back.
He tasted the same. Like roses, vanilla, strawberry, rain, happy endings, tears. He tasted like love, like mended hearts, like happy marriages.
I wrapped my arms around him tighter, as I titled my head to the right. His grip on my waist tightened even more, as we stayed there, the front door open for whoever cared, the rain washing down on us.
I broke away a while later, and he took a few seconds to look up to me. He didn't try to let me down. His eyes looked like it did the first time we had kissed, the first time he told me he loved me, and I knew I wouldn't have to worry.
His name, and mine, are sealed in the threads of destiny, interwoven beautifully with time. 
"Are you that happy to see me?" He asked, his voice a caress, like falling petals, like soft rain, like early sunshine.
I nodded slowly. "I wish I could convey it with that one."
He broke into a smile, one of those smiles that never failed to make my heart flutter, and I leaned to his forehead, my hands holding either sides of his face, and I left a small kiss on his forehead.
It is the kind of kiss you give to someone important to you, someone you would never want to lose. Again.
This time, he leaned into me first, taking my lips in his, and I felt a bit of laughter bubble up in my throat. But he kissed me still.
I held on to him, like I believe I would hold on to dear life now.
Because he is my treasure.
My husband.
My miracle.
A miracle as unexpected as November Rain.