Luck.
Winning the lottery.
Finding a dollar.
Escaping a crash with your life in tact.
Making it through a light before it turns red.
We all desire it. We all covet it. And even more so, we all envy it.
Me? If you asked me a few months ago, I would tell you I don't believe in luck. My life had not made the idea of it even remotely conceivable. I believed in fate, sure, but more than anything I believed in choices.
Have you ever heard the story that killing a butterfly in the past could be the cause of catastrophe in the future?
Choices.
No delusions of miracles and false hopes. Bad things occurred and I figured out a way to preserve myself. Life was a series of unlucky situations. And I came out on the other side. Not whole, no, but alive.
Then I met him. And I learned what it was like to really be alive. To feel, to love, to laugh, to care. And despite my reservations, and my better judgemment, I couldn't help but fall for him.
Howveer, fate has always tested me. Dealing me hardships left and right. And now all I can wish for is a little luck. To save me. To save him. To save us.
I love you Luca. This is my last thought before I allow the darkness clouding my vision to lull me into emptiness.
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Fighting Him
Romance"Our love was toxic, it bled passion and burned trails of tears. But I needed it to breathe. And I needed you to live. Not survive, but to be alive. Thank you." Alectra Black, a waitress by day and a fighter by night. Her life hasn't been an easy on...
