꒰ ❛ WHY DID FATE CHOOSE YOU? ❜ ꒱
ೃ⁀➷ 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.
People are bound together by a red string of fate
(y/n) (l/n), a girl with the power to change that fate.
Everyone has a soul mate, boun...
The start of this chapter may be confusing... So just a note that it starts off in the reader's mind~
Also I have edited chapter 4 so the storyline has changed a little!!!!! Please reread it!!!
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【MY LIGHT】
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SHE WAS SINKING. Submerged in darkness, not knowing which way was up or down. It didn't matter whether her eyes were open or shut for there was nothing to see. Not being able to feel anything either, she felt like an empty shell. A doll.
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It felt as if she was there for an eternity until she gazed upon a small speck of light. Curiosity leads her to float towards it and as she neared it she began to hear a voice.
The voice sounded rough and harsh but deep down the girl could feel that this wasn't the truth. Beneath the strong words was warmth and worry. She could feel the light spreading through her as she got even closer however a chill caused her to turn around.
Behind her, in the darkness, was a hand stretching out to grab her. The fingertips were covered in ash and blood as it lunged at her feet.
Panicking, the girl reached out into the light, looking for something to grab. She didn't want to stay in the darkness anymore, she wanted to be free. She wanted to be in that warm light with that comforting voice.
A pull on her leg threw her downwards and the girl let out a muffled cry. The warm voice called out to her again and she locked her eyes onto another hand reaching out from above. This time she fought. Fought against her nightmare. She couldn't lose to it anymore, she didn't belong to him after all. Kicking away the scrawny hand, she grabbed onto the welcoming one. The gentle one with a red string tied around its pinky finger. And that red string tied onto her own.
