To Your End

Prologue

The room buzzed with quiet chatter as everyone settled into their usual corners. Seven people, seven lives intertwined in ways even they couldn't fully explain. Each of them brought something unique to the table, and together, they were a chaotic, beautiful mess.

Una Octivious leaned against the wall, her fingers absentmindedly brushing over the tattoo behind her neck. The inky design was her reminder to live life on her terms. Independent and chilled, she didn't need validation from anyone. But beneath her easygoing demeanor, At 165 cm she carried a sensitivity she rarely let others see.

"Are we doing this or what?" Dean Harrison piped up, lounging casually on the couch, his signature grin plastered across his face. At 175 cm, he had a way of commanding attention without trying. "Come on, people. I can only entertain you for so long before I start charging."

"Yeah, we get it. You're hilarious," Ava Iestyn retorted from across the room. Barely 160 cm, Ava had a small frame but a personality that could fill any space. She crossed her arms, her stubborn expression making it clear she wasn't about to let Dean get the last word. "Not everyone lives to hype you up."

Dean smirked. "Don't lie, Ava. You secretly love me."

"Ugh, you're delusional," Ava shot back, rolling her eyes. "I'm right, as usual, and you're... you."

Norah Kay, sitting in a nearby chair, rubbed her temples and sighed. At 168 cm, her calm demeanor usually kept the group grounded, but tonight her short temper was bubbling under the surface. "Can you two not start? For five minutes, just let us have some peace."

"Sorry, Mom," Dean teased, earning a glare from Norah. Her emotions often got the better of her, but she was also the most understanding person in the room. She shook her head, muttering something about how she couldn't babysit them all forever.

In the corner, Naven Parker fidgeted with his phone, clearly uncomfortable with the growing tension. At 172 cm, he wasn't the tallest, nor the loudest, but his presence was always felt in his quiet, helpful way. "Uh, do you need help with anything, Norah?" he asked, his voice hesitant.

Norah gave him a small smile. "No, Naven, I'm fine. Thanks for asking, though."

He nodded, still looking unsure. Naven had a heart of gold, but his social awkwardness often left him second-guessing himself.

Hugo Aysten, seated next to Naven, clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Relax, dude. It's just another one of their spats," he said with a laugh. At 178 cm, Hugo exuded positivity, even if his confidence sometimes bordered on overbearing. "Besides, Ava's always right, right?" he added, winking at her.

"Exactly," Ava said, flipping her hair dramatically.

"You're such a suck-up," Dean muttered, throwing a cushion at Hugo, who dodged it with a grin.

Maria Harper, the quietest of the group, watched the scene unfold with a soft smile. Her collarbone and shoulder tattoos peeked out from under her shirt, subtle yet striking. At 170 cm, she had a graceful presence that drew people to her. Sensitive and supportive, Maria had a knack for saying the right thing at the right time.

"Okay, guys, let's focus," Maria said gently. "Finish the game."

The room quieted at her words. Maria's ability to calm the storm was one of the reasons they all looked up to her. She wasn't just their friend; she was their guide.

Dean broke the silence, his tone unusually serious. "It's just monopoly, why so serious?"

Una nodded, her eyes flicking to the others. "Not for Maria," she said firmly.

And in that moment, despite their differences and quirks, they all knew one thing: they were in this for the long haul. What lay ahead was uncertain, but as long as they had each other, they'd figure it out.

[The story is based on some real event the names and places are changed for security and also some parts are added to make the story more exciting.]