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"C'est la vie" (French) - "That's life" or "Such is life." It's often used to express resignation or acceptance in the face of life's ups and downs, similar to sayings like "That's how the cookie crumbles" in English.
previously...
"The real treasure was the memories we made along the way."
"I almost died!"
"Ah yes. That was my fondest memory."
For living in Hutzburg, the literal Utopia on earth where you have anything and everything from easy access to your wildest dreams to all the consequences you get for not conquering your soul, having a baby; a very sweet one on that, was the last thing Bella wanted. And that too was with an infamous Assassin who had no more ways to worsen her luck.
It didn't count how she controlled her pen writing about wildlife and keeping a blind eye on all the evil taking place in front of her eyes so she wouldn't get on the bad side of anyone she didn't wish to cross paths with when he invited her to be his partner in a new journey.
She just had no choice there. It was either she fight or... yeah fight was it!
"You hurt?"
"No. I normally spurt blood from my rib cage."
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In the dimly lit recesses of the drafty warehouse, the thunder roared with a vengeance, threatening to shatter the trembling walls and snatch away the corroded metal roof.
Kneeling in a line, their hands bound and faces obscured by black hoods, were a group of men and women.The first two individuals in the line possessed hands of contrasting nature.
One pair appeared masculine, its size commanding and robust, while the other pair exhibited slender fingers, pale and wrinkled like prunes. Upon closer inspection, a barely perceptible tremor coursed through them, betraying their fear.
Following them were a set of smaller hands, their size suggesting youthfulness. Though diminutive, their calloused and weathered palms revealed the toil of hard labor.
The line continued, each subsequent pair of hands contributing to the growing unease. Yet, it was the final pair that stood out in their disturbingly diminutive stature, seemingly out of place among the rest.
Though their captor had tied their hands, the act appeared pointless, merely causing the ropes to cut into their wrists without truly confining them.
Despite the dire circumstances, an eerie silence enveloped the adults, perplexing even the young girl among them. Determined to be free, she struggled relentlessly against her restraints, her cries drowned out by the thunderous tempest outside.
