Hands Of Fate

Second Chances

Ch 1.

*I do believe in second chances*

"A celebration." The words echoed in my mind as I stood at the edge of the familiar town, the place I had vowed never to return to. Yet here I was, drawn back by family obligations and the relentless pull of memories.

The anniversary celebration was meant to be a joyous occasion, a time to honor my parents' enduring love. But for me, it was a bittersweet reminder of the past-a past I had spent six long years trying to escape.

"Show your face at least this time!" Mum's voice echoed in my ears. Her insistence was unyielding, fueled by a mother's love and perhaps a touch of stubbornness. I loved my parents; I would do anything for them. Anything except return to this town.

The memories flooded back-the pain, the fear, the hurt. The betrayal that had shattered my world and left me broken. I had promised myself never to set foot here again, yet fate had other plans.

"What am I doing?" I asked myself as I stepped onto the familiar cobblestone streets. The buildings stood unchanged, frozen in time. The air smelled of nostalgia and regret. I didn't want to be here. I hated it here. But duty and family ties had dragged me back.

My cat and plants were taken care of, their well-being secured. I had made sure of that before venturing back to this place that held so many ghosts. The incident six years ago had scarred me, left me hollow. Until I met him.

He was a chance encounter, a stranger in a random park. I saw him walking toward me, and instinctively, I quickened my pace. I wanted to be invisible, to avoid any interaction. But fate intervened. Our paths crossed, and he caught my attention.

The second time, he sat on a bench, engrossed in a book. The third time, it was a coffee shop. A simple "Hi" and a smile-an unexpected warmth that thawed my guarded heart. He was different, this man who seemed to see through my walls.

We met often after that. His smile was a constant, a beacon of kindness. He spoke in a low voice, as if afraid to scare me away. "Gosh, am I that readable?" I wondered. Perhaps he sensed my awkwardness, my difficulty in trusting others.

He was nice, this stranger who became a familiar presence. I had never made lifelong friendships, not since that fateful day six years ago. But he was different. He made me feel alive again, pulled me out of the emptiness that had consumed me.

As I walked the streets, memories collided with the present. The pain was still there, but so was hope. Maybe this time, fate had something better in store. Maybe this town held more than just ghosts-it held a chance for healing and a new beginning.

And so, with a deep breath, I stepped forward, ready to face my past once more. The celebration awaited, but perhaps, just perhaps, so did a second chance at life.

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Hello, and thank you for giving this a chance.
It might be slow in the beginning so please be patient. It's my first ever attempt at writing a story.
Please tell if there are any spelling mistakes and note that English is not my first language.
Thank you *heart*
R.