Fate and Destiny decide the path that rest ahead, but who's to say someone can't save you from either of those?
Who's to say your story ends there?
(Team Bucciarati x Fem!reader)
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Fate and Destiny.
Two things you loathed with a passion. Though both were similar they meant different things, they were the inevitability of an outcome.
To which you'd say fuck it. Why should some unknown force decide your own life for you? Who's to say you're done?
Certainly not either of those. You'd be damned if your journey ended here.
The solemn and tear-filled faces of your companions remained etched into your mind, each unbelieving of what had happened and each trying to cope with it in their own way.
You never took Abbacchio for the crying type, that was for sure and just hearing the others cry out in denial broke you to pieces.
This wasn't the end.
Cracking your eyes open a bright satin white ceiling met your gaze, the golden glass light fixture above stuck out as eerily familiar, yet at the same time vastly different. Sitting up you came to the conclusion that you were laying amongst a bed, the blankets of which also struck a chord of familiarity.
The room was filled with a still silence, not much noise came from outside nor inside save for the sound of your ever quickening heartbeat. The windows curtains were pulled apart framing them while what was seen past the glass appeared to be nothing but a white vastness.
No real ending.
Pushing off the bed and standing to your feet, your eyes lingered across everything the room had, it appeared to have been an exact replica of the one you grew up in yet all the pictures scattered around your pristine white desk were replaced by moment you'd shared with the team. The first few being images of when you first met the group, a timid version of yourself displayed in each photo gradually showing your growth as an individual.
It was bittersweet to say the least.
"Why." The words left your lips before you could even process them and it felt silly speaking to yourself in a place like this, though when a voice you did not recognize responded did you realize you weren't as alone as you'd initially assumed.
"Why what?" Snapping your head around to face who'd spoke, your eyes fell upon the form of a woman. Her face was muddled and hard to make out but familiar golden whisps and particles collected around her making up her form.
"Why...am I here? And who are you?" Turning your whole body to face the mysterious dust woman an uproarious laughter bubbled up through her throat, the woman almost folding over from how strong it was.
"Who am I? You're hilarious (Y/N), has it been that long since you've seen the full form of your stand?" Returning quickly back to her tall stature she could see your eyes nearly bulge out from their sockets.
