**Time**
Have you ever pondered the relentless passage of time and how it often seems to elude our grasp? It taunts us, reminding us that we cannot control it—no matter how desperately we might wish to bend it to our will.
I have countless times. Each reflection pulls me deeper into a whirlpool of regret, swirling around thoughts of all the moments I let slip away. I chose not to seize those instances, believing I would have another chance, only to realize too late that some opportunities are fleeting and may never return. It wasn't fear that held me back; it was the longing for solitude, the comfort of my own company. Yet, standing at this juncture in my life, I would sacrifice anything to rewrite those chapters. Time, however, is a merciless force; it propels us forward without any chance of retracing our steps, and therein lies my true struggle with it.
**Mystery POV**
Then there was her—an enigma wrapped in a vibrant spirit, the only girl capable of capturing my attention in a world suffocated by indifference. That fateful day, she stood firm against a tide of cruelty, confronting a group of bullies who reveled in their dominance as they tormented one another. While most bystanders hovered in uncomfortable silence, their phones raised as if they were witnessing some sensational spectacle, she surged forward. She hurled herself into the fray with an intensity that left me breathless, battling the aggressors with fierce determination. Her voice rang out—raw and unwavering—as she scolded the onlookers for their cowardice, demanding they find real entertainment instead of satisfying their voyeuristic impulses.
It was that fierce spark—her unyielding courage—that
drew me in, much like a bee gravitating toward honey. I found myself enthralled, wanting to know more about the girl who dared to defy the norm, who fought for what was right without a second thought.I would be lying if I said my wealth doesn't play a role in this story. I am privileged, and while I could have any number of girls at my side, there's something about her that compels me to ensure she never feels inclined to leave. I want her to understand that I am the one constant she can rely on in a world filled with uncertainty.
I won't allow anyone to stand in my way; I will protect what I desire with unyielding resolve. It doesn't matter who or what I have to confront; I am preparing for the moment when she will belong to me and I to her. The countdown has begun, and before long, she will find herself in my embrace. So, run if you wish. Run as fast as you can, because soon, you'll find yourself caught in my web.
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Thank you for taking the time to read my prologue. I'm excited to embark on this literary journey and will begin crafting the rest of the story soon! This is only my second attempt at writing, so I appreciate any constructive feedback while keeping negative comments at bay.
Mae :)
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