April's POV
Coincidences.
Fate.
Sometimes, I get confused about the two terms as they seemed to give a similar meaning.
While destiny is sort of a reaction to past events, coincidences happen by chance. Yet I wonder how one gets the ability to accurately differentiate and say, "It was always supposed to happen" and "That's ironic, what a coincidence" over an incident.
Right now, I found myself wishing that I had that talent.
"This is a coincidence." I said, after the long silent moment that followed the realization of the odd connection between the ransomware and the Senator's demise.
Colin was walking a few steps ahead of me, but in a pace slower than how he started at the lab.
"Kept telling that to myself just as I heard the news. Even my brain is rejecting that thought now, the guy is tired of me trying to comfort myself in some way."
"I don't want to know that fate has been rude again like this. I'm tired of it, especially when it involves people I care deeply about" I said in a monotone. Colin slowly turned his head around to shoot me an understanding look and silently kept on walking.
I'm still living with the 'my dad is somewhere' mentality, so I don't see myself succumbing to the fact that the Senator has left the world this quick either. I must admit that after realizing the strange connection between the two events, the floor started to feel like a vast bed of thorns. Every step I took seemed to send an unexplainable pain through me. The little mound of logical sense left in me amidst the emotion kept sending me reminders that it was all hypothetical and that I have no reason to wince when I walk.
Coincidence.
Fate.
After giving my own tries to apply the words by myself, I felt as if people say it's a coincidence to get some emotional support whereas they call it fate when they have a control of their reactions. It felt reasonable for me at present, so I decided to stick with that opinion for now.
While I trotted behind Colin like a third-grade child being taken away to the principal's office, my eyes fell on Colin's hand that was clutching the photo envelope.
"Colin? Can I have that for a moment?" I asked reaching out for his hand. Colin slowed himself for a second to hand it to me. After he was free from the envelope, he resumed walking in a much faster pace as if that tiny paper creation kept him going slow.
Now it was my turn.
The moment I got hold of the envelope, I felt like I got hold of a cursed object. They make you feel cold, lost and ...possessed.
I was possessed by grief.
Loss.
Pain.
Gingerly, I flipped open the envelope and dished out the photos that gave me the first look of reality. With a deep inhale to keep my focus, I shuffled quickly through the polaroid shots until I stopped at a particular one which stood out of place and made me forget about the pain for a moment. I was too overcome with emotion to give it the right attention.
The mirror picture.
I squinted to read the words and ended up feeling extremely bemused.
All these weird terms.
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CIA : Its not what you think
Misterio / Suspenso. . "Pain...is beautiful" "I never saw it that way" The words had already tumbled out of my mouth. "Yeah, it's a different angle of seeing it." He answered smoothly. "What made you look at it that way?" He drew in a deep breathe as he stared at the...
