After losing her family in a suspicious fire, Arya is forced to grow up in an orphanage with her identity concealed. Thanks to the family lawyer, who has been her guardian, and a mysterious woman with whom she has only spoken on the phone since she...
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#Chapter 1: Do Not Believe in Coincidences
♪ Apocalypse - Cigarettes After Sex
♪ Happiness is a butterfly - Lana Del Rey
The world is small.
Can you fit the world into me?
As I walked down the empty street with my suitcase in my right hand and a candy apple in my left, the white snow covered everything in its beauty. The sound of my suitcase wheels clattering on the cobblestone street accompanied my steps, creating a picturesque scene. And I was alone in this postcard-worthy scene. Alone... as if neutral. As if no one was by my side. Like me...
Despite it being midday, the streets were deserted due to the freezing cold. Even though I was in a famous neighborhood, I was alone on the street. The only sounds were the clattering of my suitcase wheels and the crunching of snow under my boots. I liked both of these sounds. I smiled despite everything.
Today was a day I left the orphanage with a smile after years of crying. The only things that had changed over the years were my height, weight, and maybe my face. Everything else—my fears in my head, the scars on my soul, the scars on my skin, the scars in my hair—remained the same, but I could still move on with my life.
When my phone in my coat pocket rang, I stopped and put my cold fingers into my pocket. I was used to seeing "Unknown Number" on the screen by now. The woman who had been calling me for years, whose relationship with me I couldn't quite define, was the one calling. I didn't know who she was or our relationship, but she had helped me in many ways. I didn't think she was a bad person; otherwise, Uncle Kenan wouldn't have allowed her to talk to me. I was sure of that at least.
