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"ALL THINGS HAPPEN FOR A REASON,"
my mother used to tell me as a kid, having me practically live by that as if it were something sacred. So after 20 years, anything that had happened to me, I would choose to have that as my explanation because it's the truth- things do indeed happen for a reason. I said that to myself a thousand times as I watch the man I thought I knew become completely the opposite. You don't believe me? Okay, I'll prove it to you and tell you how it all started.

{august 2016}

"Shit," I mumbled to myself after I hung up with my best friend, Charlotte, listening to her explain to me that tonight was talent night at this small town bar we always go to, Maestro's, and that we have to go. I sighed to myself as I reviewed my paper, marking only little mistakes that I made, which was barely. I tried to explained that I was backed up on work and that a night out was not what I needed, but she was persistent for me to say yes.

"Raylin," I lift my head to see my boss, Duncan, coming towards me, "I read your paper."

I close the cap to my pen and smiled a little, "And, what did you think?"

"Well," He paused, "I think there is more important things to write about than radiation from microwaves." I furrowed my brow as he placed the copy of my work on my desk, letting me read his words: 'WRITE SOMETHING ELSE.'

"Sir, what else do you want me to write about?" I asked, "The paper comes out a week from now."

"I know, but you're an intelligent woman. I know you can write anything else with this time span," He praised, but I frowned. It took me weeks to write a story about microwaves. He then let out a soft sigh, "Look, how about you do a column on something interesting- and trending."

"And that would be.."

He tapped his chin for a moment before smiling wide, "What about the avengers?" He wondered, "It's been months since the Sokovia Accords and no one knows where most of the avengers are now. That's interesting."

"How am I supposed to find out where they are?" I questioned and he shrugged.

"I can't give you all the answers, Blythe." He told me and I raised a brow at him. For a man that wants a new story, he's explaining that he can't give me all the things I need for the new story. "Like I said, you're an intelligent young woman, so I trust that you will write an amazing story, alright?"

I nod, still staring down at my apparently old paper as I mumbled, "Okay."

He nodded as well and turned on his heels, "And hey," he suddenly said, causing me to look up, "If your story ends up being beyond my expectations, it might make front cover."

He then walked off without me saying another word, only having me watch him go back to his office and shut the door. I was really in the need to go out now. I stressed over the topic for hours until I saw my best friend walking towards me, "Hello there, stranger."

"Hey," I quickly greet, looking at another blog as they talked about theories of where Captain America was now and why he left the avengers. Thirty minutes ago, I read on how Black Widow went into exile, but was spotted in New Jersey eating a bagel at a local restaurant.