The Unchanged Fate

Epilogue

~Kana's Pov:~

It's been a few years since the "accident." Ten years actually. Asher and I are in a good place, newlyweds is what people call us. We bought a house far away from Japan, our parents do come down for Christmas and stuff like that. Our jobs? Asher works for a business that sells paper, and I own an art store, and teach inspiring young kids how to draw. A lot has happened over the years. I was once with child, but miscarriage due to my eggs not being strong enough to hold a child. Even if the child had not died, I would have had a C-section. I can't hold a child in my womb for a full term, which brings me to tears. This is just a little bit that has gone on readers. Life has become a living hell sometimes.

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I wake up in mine and Asher's bed. Nice, soft, and comfortable. I groaned, not wanting to get up at all. I eventually did get up, I have work I have to attend. I look over to see a peaceful sleeping Asher, sadly to which I have to wake him. I started tapping on his arm, "Get up, love." I said to him in a sweet loving voice, I heard a faint groan from my action. I laughed lightly, tapping his arm again. He got up, and rushed to the bathroom like he always do in the morning. I got dressed in something classy, and I did my hair in a ponytail. Asher came out, already dressed, and he looked like he just birthed a poop or something. He walked over to me, and kissed me like he usually does. "I have to rush to work, babe. I love you," he told me as I smiled softly. "Love you too, Ash!" I watched my husband walk to our car from our bedroom window.

Monday's and Friday's I don't go to work, since I like to have long weekends. There is this kid who looks like they have no family near the place I work, I'll probably adopt them... I need to buy food anyways, might as well go now. I leave the house, going in our other car. The car is nice and black. Do I know the brand? No, Asher said this was a good car, so I did what he said was the best. I start driving down to my work, to see if the little girl is still there. I play some American music, the song "Boys will be bugs." I started trying to rush down there as fast as I could, because I needed to help that little girl. As soon as I get to my art studio, I see the girl, lying there, passed out. I quickly get out of my car, and grab the frail little girl. I quickly take her to my car, and start rushing home immediately. I didn't go to the store, I needed to help this little girl in need.

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I get to my house, and quickly rush to the guest bedroom, so I can treat her. I start feeling her head to see if she has a fever, which she does. I go to the bathroom across the hall, and grab a rage. I then quickly rushed over to the frail girl, and put a rag on her head, trying to cool her off. I hear some faint coughs come from the young girl, which is a good way to let me know she's somewhat okay. I sit on the bed, as I start to take in her facial features, which reminds me of Hazel. I gulped. She has black/brown hair, and dark green eyes. She looks young, eight years old if that. I get up off the bed, and head downstairs. I walked into the kitchen to see if it was three twenty-one. I sighed, 'I better start dinner,' I thought silently to myself.

I grab orange chicken, which is something easy to make. I put the chicken on top of the oven. I walk back upstairs, going to the guest room to check on our guest. I walked in the room to see a distressed little girl. "AHH!" She screamed when I walked in, hurled up in a little ball. "It's okay little girl. I came to help you," I said, walking closer to the bed. "I'm not going to hurt you" I smiled softly, the little girl looked up at me, tears in her eyes. "Y-you won't h-hurt me?" She asked, scared. I put my hand on her shoulder, "I'm here to take care of you. If my husband wants to adopt you as well, we will." She smiled brightly from that statement. "You mean it?!" She asked happily, I nodded. She gave me a big hug, which made me gasp. I hugged her back. "How old are you?" I asked as she broke the hug. "Nine years old. July 8th I'll be ten years old." I nodded. "I'm going downstairs to put chicken in the oven. I have clothes that fit you from old friends." She nodded, as I left the kitchen to put the chicken in the oven.