the long forgotten

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I'm not a believer. God, angels, miracles, karma -- common beliefs of many yet still I can't find myself believing in them. Though the one thing I can't help but be pulled by is fate. I can see fated beings. The red strings people are tied to.

On some, the string hangs loosely on their pinkies. But the ones I see in the diner always seem to wear their strings around their necks. No -- not like necklaces; like nooses. And it's anything but gentle. It tugs and wrings at their necks and scratches marks into the skin like wire would to flesh.

I don't have to talk to the people who come by in the late night hours to know that the red string is placed right under their chins. Because the only people who ever come to a roadside diner past midnight usually hope to seek redemption, even for just a few minutes or so. I'm a harsh believer of fate. It's hard to admit that my mind is swayed by such childish thought. But it is. And I'm fucking scared. Terrified, goddamnit.

All these people: every single one of them -- popping into the diner as the bell dings! Cue the sad face with a much-too-interesting backstory.

I can see sadness in their eyes. Along with relief / anger / paranoia. I see myself in them.

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hi everyone i'm tassy and hehehe this is just a story about how this waitress is constantly hearing stories of the interesting people she meets in the diner blablabla and then she starts to get involved and stuff yEp

anw i hope this is ok as a prologue and stuff bc i find it hard to drag it for a long time oops i'm supposed to bE doing homework i hope i get to update eventually heheh

btw here's my dream cast thing bc mobile sux

arvida wallace -- kaya scodelario
inga -- agyness deyn
wyatt jameson -- denzel washington
delia wong -- yifei liu
stephen ogden -- joseph gordon-levitt
nora hart -- emily bett rickards
yas