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When we reach the grave from before, I stop and release his hand. It falls to his side. I stare at the grave and avoid his face. “You were right when you said I'm selfish.” I start. “I don't know how to trust. Until now, I've never even tried to, not really, I run away, hide and avoid everyone who tries to get close to me. But there is one thing I have always trusted and that is fate. These threads that I see. They never deceive me, they show truth, good and bad. They do nothing to spare my feelings because fate doesn't care about my feelings. There are times I wish I couldn't see them at all because what I see is so heartbreaking. But despite that, I really do trust them. Completely. I trus

I could feel his grip on my hand tighten. “Miss. Hazel Watson, do you take Mr. Alan Martin as your lawful husband, to have and hold to, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?” The priest asked me, I was all blank. All I could think about was Liam and Ruby. “Hazel?” my chain of thoughts broke from his soft voice and I looked at him. And I realized I have to say it now.

Chapter Five – The Fire in Our Hearts (Fred’s POV) My hands were shaking. I could still feel the weight of the knife in my palm, the way it had cut through flesh, the awful, sickening warmth of blood on my fingers. I had killed him. Even though Drake’s large, warm hand still covered my eyes, blocking me from seeing the truth, I knew it was there. The body. The blood. The silence. A sob tore from my throat. My knees felt weak, my whole body trembling. I wasn’t ready for this. I wasn’t strong enough for this.

And that realization made my heart feel lighter, made me feel like I could breathe again. Their hands touched slightly, and even though it was a small thing, it made me feel warm inside. It was like a spark of electricity had run through my body, a gentle reminder that I was not alone. I looked down at our hands, feeling a sense of comfort, a sense of security. His hand was warm and strong, a gentle contrast to the coolness of the night. I felt safe with Cane. It was a feeling that I had grown accustomed to over the past few days, but it was still a novelty, still something that I savored.

"I didn't take them! Priscilla lost them, and now she's framing me!" Priscilla burst into tears. "Cassidy, how can you slander me like that? No matter how much I dislike you, I'd never gamble with everyone's future. You promised to give everyone exam predictions, then bailed on us. And now you're trying to pin this on me?" Gaston boiled over in fury and slapped the phone out of my hand. "Of course it was her! She promised us exam predictions. Then, she told us to fend for ourselves. It was Priscilla who gave us the exam predictions!

Closer to see the nameplate of the device: [Time Machine – Researching] Lina gave a wicked smile, but her parents' words made her pause for a moment: “ The time machine is being researched...” However, when she looked at the past life monitor, her parents' warning words immediately disappeared, replaced by: "If you want to cut off the predestined fate in this life, you must cut the predestined relationship from the previous life."

It was also because what she stole had always been my destiny to begin with. I looked up at him and smiled lightly. "Then how do you plan to make it up to me?" Jonah curved his lips and pulled me into his arms. "With a lifetime. Is that enough?" Jonah gave me a grand wedding. The moment he held my hand was the first time since my rebirth that I truly felt alive. On the wedding day, I saw my parents. Their eyes were red as they reached out with trembling hands, trying to grab mine. My gaze, however, was cold.

"Maria, I will avenge you. What he did to you, his wife will face the same. And then I'll ask him to replace her, just like he asked me to and then he'll know that fame means nothing but destruction." Fate sat on the top of a tower and wrote something in her Grecabulum, the book of fate and destiny. Her pen shone light blue as she wrote down the Fate of people. Then, she flew up and reached a balcony. She passed through the closed doors and looked at a new born baby sleeping in a cradle. She touched his hands and the fate lines appeared on his palm. "May you get what you deserve" She smiled and walked out. She flew up and climbed at the terrace of a building. "Let's see, what's next," She lo

Her fingers are shaking beneath the wide long sleeves of her white robe. “Do you understand the responsibilities as the wielder of strings bear?” “Let people meet their loved ones.” I immediately answered. She smiled and the air around her flutter. “Yes, and other things too.” She took one tainted with black string and offered it to me. “Strings are the foundation of Fate in this world. People can’t change nor alter what they’re destiny is, even when they try numerous ways to change their path. If Fate decides you will die today, you will die. But you, my mistress, has the power to change other people’s fates in your hands -”

com/GoldenPhoenix Thank you. Best of luck, XXX I closed my mails and I felt that invisible positive energy flowing without hindrances. I felt that energy and I am grateful. Grateful that everything is flowing calmly. Even with this unimaginable contract, I still want to pursue writing. Even I did not finish my college course, I will still create my life. I can imagine my future now. After this contract, I will live in a faraway country or remote place away from everything that has hurt me. I will leave from this city soon. I will start anew. Something unexplainable ignited inside me-- HOPE.