"Where there is hope, there is always pain."
When you were young, there was one thing you wanted more than anything in the world. One thing you would give your very soul up to achieve, if only it meant you would finally be able to make your mark in...
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There is a saying that some of us are connected by an invisible string.
Some are able to follow the string, the path fate has laid out for us. They find their other half and hold tight to it, ensuring they will never lose the piece that makes them whole. Some who are found may also choose to cut the string in an act of defiance against their destiny. Lead a life where they choose who their forever will be with, or where they shall walk alone.
These are the lucky ones. Those who are provided a chance to choose always are.
However, there are those of us who are not given the same luxury.
Those who hold steadfast to the string and yet, are never able to find the one who exists on the other side. Who spend their whole life wandering, searching for the other half of their hearts, only to find they had already sewn themselves to someone else in that time waiting.
Melody doesn't believe in such fantasies.
She is not one to rely on fate or destiny. Love isn't something she is familiar with, nor does she want it to be. Even if she did believe in such foolishness, her string would stay lost within the abyss of the world, for she would have no desire to follow it.
Fate is cruel.
Melody knows this fact as well as she knows her very own soul.
It plays its game well, tying your string taut till it's ready to rip it apart piece by piece. Lying in wait and turning coincidence into destiny, your choices into pieces of a puzzle, almost as though your life were not your own, as though you existed as a pawn in its game.
A relentless torment of pain and suffering.
And as she stands in the very same airport that her sister stood in not a few months ago, she is reminded of that fact. Bitterness is almost as cruel, and yet the longer she stands where Yen once stood, Melody can feel it as it grows stronger and stronger within her heart.
"Are you okay?"
At Kallista's question, Melody wonders what would happen if she were to accept the truth. If she dared tell her the true answer behind her well framed facade.
She isn't okay.
In fact, she is so far from okay, she wonders if she will ever be able to confidently say those words ever again.
Does Kallista feel the way she shakes, or notices the panic heaving frantically fast beneath her chest? Is she aware of the way her knuckles whiten around the handle to her suitcase, or the reason she doesn't answer right away is because she's finding the strength to steady her voice so that she can hide a bit longer?
Are those small facts about herself even clear to anyone else besides her sister?
Or is Yen another piece of her puzzle? One of the ones inexplicably intertwined in her past, her present, and will forever remain beside her in her future?
