Threads of Fate

chapter 3: a life apart

Y/N's POV

Throughout my 12th grade, Robert and I messaged each other almost every day. We shared everything—our dreams, our daily lives, and the struggles we faced. No day passed without a message. He told me about his new life in college, how he made new friends, how his acting studies were going, and how much he missed me, our hometown, and the friends he left behind. He even recommended some cafes and spots I should visit if I ever went to see him. I loved hearing about his journey, but I missed him more than I’d ever admit.

In return, I told him about my high school life—about how projects kept piling up, and how one of my dress designs got copied by a classmate, but I proved the design was mine, and she got suspended. I could hear the pride in his voice when he said he was proud of me. That always made me smile.

Sometimes, we FaceTimed late at night, when I wasn’t too busy with assessments or classwork. Seeing his face, hearing him talk about his passion for acting, made me happy and sad all at once. Every time we hung up, I regretted not telling him how I felt, but I also knew that a long-distance relationship would be hard. I craved his touch, his presence, but I held back, knowing we had our own dreams to chase.

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RDJ's POV

College life was a whirlwind. I was meeting new people, working hard in acting classes, and starting to get my foot in the door with auditions. But even with everything going on, something was missing—Y/N. No matter how busy I got, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. We messaged each other every day, and even though we were miles apart, she was still the person who made me feel most at home.

I’d tell her about the friends I was making and how much I missed her, our hometown, and the places we used to hang out. I recommended places she should visit if she ever came to see me—places I secretly hoped we could explore together someday. When she told me about her dress design being copied, I was furious for her. But when she told me how she handled it and got that student suspended, I couldn’t have been prouder.

But with every FaceTime call, I could see the same regret in her eyes that I felt. We never said how we really felt about each other, and as much as I wanted to tell her, I couldn’t. The distance was too much. So, I kept it to myself, holding onto the hope that one day, when the timing was right, we’d have our moment.

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Y/N's POV

Graduation day came in the blink of an eye. I walked across the stage, diploma in hand, knowing this was the end of one chapter and the start of another. RDJ wasn’t there, but I sent him a picture of me in my cap and gown, and his response came instantly—full of pride and congratulations. But his message couldn’t fill the space he left behind.

Not long after, I got into one of the top fashion schools, just like I’d always dreamed. It was an amazing opportunity, but it came with a new level of busyness. Robert was also making strides in acting, landing small roles and building his career. Our once-daily messages became less frequent as the weeks turned into months. We were both chasing our dreams, but in the process, we started losing touch.

By the time I graduated from fashion school, I had started my own fashion line, and before I knew it, my company was becoming one of the most renowned fashion brands in the world. My designs were being worn by celebrities, and I was living the dream I’d always imagined for myself. But with success came distance, and I hadn’t heard from Robert in what felt like ages. Life had pulled us in different directions.

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RDJ's POV

Graduating from college was the first step in achieving my dream. I landed my first major role soon after, and everything took off from there. I became a household name in the acting world, traveling from set to set, attending red carpets, and working with some of the biggest names in the industry. My dream of becoming a world-famous actor was coming true, but something was missing—Y/N.

We used to message each other every day, but as our careers took off, those messages became fewer and fewer. I tried to stay in touch, but the whirlwind of auditions, filming, and travel consumed most of my time. When I did think about her, it was always with a pang of regret, wondering if I’d missed my chance to tell her how I really felt.

I heard through the grapevine that her fashion line had become a huge success, and her name was known around the world as one of the top fashion designers. I couldn’t have been prouder of her. She had done exactly what she set out to do, just like me. But even as I stood in front of cameras, receiving awards and accolades, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing.

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Y/N's POV

As my career continued to soar, I often found myself thinking about Robert. We had both achieved what we set out to do—he was a world-famous actor, and I had built a fashion empire from the ground up. My designs were everywhere, and I was being interviewed by magazines, attending fashion shows across the globe. It was everything I’d ever wanted.

But every now and then, late at night, when the hustle quieted down and I was alone, I’d think about Robert. I’d wonder what could have been if I’d just told him how I felt back in high school. Would we have made it work, or would the distance have torn us apart?

I didn’t know. All I knew was that we had both gotten so busy chasing our dreams that we had lost something special along the way. And now, even though we were both living the lives we’d always imagined, there was a part of me that still longed for the connection we once had.

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Both Y/N and RDJ had achieved their dreams—he as a world-famous actor, and she as the head of a renowned fashion company. But in the process, they had grown distant, their once-constant connection fading as their careers took them in different directions. Even as they stood at the pinnacle of their success, a part of them both wondered what might have been.

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A/N

Sorry that the story is short. I don't have any ideas for this chapter. I had made a little changes in the description too.