something called fate: prologue

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You know those days when the rain falls hard on the windowsill and your cherry stained lips have turned purple? Your once vibrant cheeks are now stained with the tears that have fallen far too fast, and your whole world just feels like it's crumbling down? You feel numb. You feel numb to any more happiness. Any more emotion. To any more pain. Today was one of those days.

My headphones were placed carefully in my ears, and my head was softly resting upon the pillow on the bottom of my bed. The comforter was tangled, and my feet were wrapped around. The lyrics, the words that once meant so much to me, now meant nothing.

I had really been broken this time. I have been cracked many times. I'd been pushed down, punched, hit, but this time, I really broke. There was no fixing me this time.

At least that's what I thought. Until, he came around.

His name was Harry Styles.

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