Whispers of Fate

Chapter 1

Arianna's POV :

The morning air in London was crisp, a

subtle chill that hinted at the coming

autumn.

As I walked down the familiar streets

towards my office, I found myself lost in

thought, my mind wandering as it often

did.

I had a car, of course, but walking gave

me a chance to observe the world

around me, to feel connected to the city

and its people.

There's something about watching the

world wake up, seeing the bustle of

everyday life, that I find comforting.

It reminds me that, despite everything,

we're all just trying to get through our

day.

Friends?

Yes, I have them.

We go out on weekends, share laughs,

and make memories, but none of them

are what I would call a best friend.

Trust is a fragile thing, and I've learned

to keep a part of myself tucked away,

hidden from the world.

It's easier that way, safer.

The truth is, I've always felt a bit like an

outsider, even among those who know

me best.

There's a part of me that no one really

sees, a part that only comes to life when

I'm alone, pen in hand, or more often,

fingers poised over a keyboard.

Writing has always been my sanctuary, a

place where I can pour out my heart

without fear of judgment.

But what I write, well, that's another

secret.

My stories are fanfictions, but not just

any fanfictions-they are all about Adele.

To the outside world, it might seem silly,

a grown woman writing stories about a

celebrity.

But to me, it's so much more.

Adele has been my lifeline, her music a

constant companion through the

toughest times of my life.

When I felt lost, her voice guided me

back.

When I was overwhelmed, her lyrics

gave me the words I couldn't find myself.

I owe her so much, though she'll never

know it.

My stories are my way of giving

something back, of honoring the impact

she's had on my life.

I write her as I imagine her to be-

strong, yet vulnerable; a woman who's

lived and loved deeply, who understands

pain and joy in equal measure.

I pour all my admiration and love into

those stories, creating worlds where

she's happy, where she finds the love and

peace she deserves.

I wouldn't say my stories are famous, but

they've found their audience.

People seem to like the way I write, the

way I bring Adele to life on the page.

It's a small community, but it's one that

appreciates what I do.

And in those moments when someone

leaves a comment saying how much they

loved a chapter, how it moved them, I

feel a quiet pride.

I don't need fame or recognition-just

knowing that my words touched

someone is enough.

As I continued down the street, I felt a

warmth in my chest, a sense of

contentment that came from knowing I

had something of my own, something

special that no one could take away.

My stories, my love for Adele, it was all

mine, a part of me that I could keep

hidden or share as I pleased.

The world might not understand why I

do what I do, but that didn't matter.

In those moments when I was writing, it

was just me and Adele, and that was

enough.