It is easy to tell her that she's perfect. They use words to proclaim her riches, beauty, and intelligence.
But there's one thing she lacks: the meaning of her existence.
As she walks in the path of being alive, she's finding someone who could find...
And yeah, a bunch of thanks to Miss KrabbyPatoottie ! Yay~ She thought of a good name in shipping Chance and Miracle. Hahaha. It's called ChaMi ~ ❤ And I love it. It's cute.
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∽ m i r a c l e ' s p e r s p e c t i v e ∽
I'm already awake. Yeah. Eyes wide open with my whole active system. Chance is still hugging from behind. Looks like he have completely fallen asleep again.
Although I want to go back to sleep, I just can't. No idea, but when the moment I wake up, I can't simply fall asleep again.
Have no choice, I need to wait for Chance to wake. Moving recklessly won't do, I don't wish to wake him up within his slumber.
I only sigh and close my eyes as I let the presence of the surrounding feel me.
The day is so peaceful with the morning sun shines to the whole place. The breezy air joins the sunlight, creating a warm and cool sensation to my physical feelings.
Such a beautiful day. So calm. So light. It's unforgettable.
"Miracle," Chance muffles.
I open my eyes immediately. "Bakit?" I queries in a soft voice.
"Nothing." I feel him smiles. "Hugging you feels so warm." And then he tightens his hug while rubbing his nose to my nape.
"You're just a perverted freak." My face blushes, sensing all the electricity building on my body. I actually want to squeal, but I hold it back.
"Haha," Chance just chuckles. "There goes your accusation again."
"Don't care." I lazily say.
"Well, so how are you?"
"Me?" I repeat, "What about me?"
"You're still injured, aren't you?"
"Hmm, that's true." I reply, looking on my palm that pierced last fourteen days ago. I also touch my fractured rib. That day was hellish. I almost died. Actually, that kind of incidents are not new to me. My life is always on the risk. This is not my second life. Not the third as well, nor fourth, fifth, sixth and so on.
I don't know if being an assassin is my calling. If not, then what's my calling? What's my purpose? What's my reason for being alive?
I don't know. I'm still struggling to search for my one and true meaning of my existence.
Then in the middle of my over-thinking, Chance grabs my hand. "You don't have to run your imagination wild, Miracle." He smirks. Seems like he notices my dark side.
