wasted ;

b e c k y l y n c h + s a m i z a y n

❝ we were just what they said, w a s t e d luck. ❞ she had muttered in defeat, swallowing the very last tear she thought she would ever cry for this dream of hers.

❝ fate will prove otherwise. ❞ he calmly assured, his fingers intertwined with hers, applying a slightly stronger grip as if attempting to force his truth into her soul.

❝ what do you even know about destiny ? ❞ escaped from her cherry thin lips in a morose chuckle, her unique laugh he used to describe as the sound joyful angels would make suddenly stroke him as a distant memory.

❝ it taught me that love isn't random, we are c h o s e n. ❞ he almost confided in a murmur, unsure if he was trying to convince her or himself more.

when the skies you tried so hard to reach - the peak of any wrestler's carreer so close to your reach yet still so far- abruptly fall over your head, can you really rely on faith, hoping that everything will be okay in the end ?

or are you bound to accept the hurtful reality, resigning yourself to do the only thing you've sworn you would never do : running away from your cherished dream ?