Destiny
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"Why do you always want to fix people? Some of us can't be fixed", the angry voice snapped at me, but I could hear the desperation clear in his voice. "I fix people because it distracts me of how fucking broken I am myself!", I blurted out without thinking and realized that I've never admitted that to myself before. "π–πž'𝐫𝐞 𝐚π₯π₯ π›π«π—Όπ€πžπ§, 𝐀π₯𝐒𝐜𝐞", the tattooed boy replied and slowly pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the back pocket of his skinny jeans. "𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐑𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 πœπ‘πšπ«π—Ί 𝐒𝐧 𝐭𝐑𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝗼𝗼", he added only a few seconds later and his piercing green eyes never left mine as he lit the cigarette between his pink lips. I watched in awe as he blew out the smoke and the air filled with the now familiar scent. I couldn't help but wonder if what he just said was true. Maybe he was right and we were all broken in our own, unique and fucked-up way. // Alice's dark past caught up with her as she got kidnapped one day. She wouldn't know that her kidnapper, however, forces her to face her own demons and made her question everything she used to believe in. It didn't take Alice long to find out that things are not always what they seem at first. That certain green-eyed boy she had all these negative feelings towards, might even be her anchor in those dark times. (dark Harry ff)
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† 𝔩𝔦π”ͺ𝔒𝔯𝔒𝔫𝔠𝔒 /Λˆπ”©Ιͺπ”ͺə𝔯ə𝔫𝔰/ π”žπ”‘π”§π”’π” π”±π”¦π”³π”’: π”ž 𝔣𝔒𝔳𝔒𝔯𝔒𝔑 π”°π”±π”žπ”±π”’ 𝔬𝔣 π”ͺ𝔦𝔫𝔑 π”Ÿπ”¬π”―π”« 𝔬𝔣 𝔯𝔬π”ͺπ”žπ”«π”±π”¦π”  π”£π”¦π”΅π”žπ”±π”¦π”¬π”«; π”ͺπ”žπ”―π”¨π”’π”‘ π”Ÿπ”Ά π”¬π”Ÿπ”°π”’π”°π”°π”¦π”³π”’ 𝔱π”₯𝔬𝔲𝔀π”₯𝔱𝔰, 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔀𝔦𝔫𝔀 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔒π”ͺπ”¬π”±π”¦π”¬π”«π”žπ”© 𝔯𝔒𝔠𝔦𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔠𝔦𝔱𝔢, π”žπ”«π”‘ π”žπ”« π”žπ” π”₯𝔦𝔫𝔀 𝔑𝔒𝔭𝔒𝔫𝔑𝔒𝔫𝔠𝔢; ∴ 𝔑𝔒𝔳𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔑𝔯𝔒𝔰𝔰𝔒𝔑 𝔦𝔫 𝔑𝔒𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 † "Then tell me," I rasp. "Tell me and I'll deal with it. I'll handle it. Just-don't shut me out." "I can't," she says again, voice breaking. "I can't tell you. I can't be with you. And I can't stand here and watch you break and know that I'm the reason." She swallows hard, her throat moving. "Please don't make me explain it. Please just... stop." I take a step toward her anyway, rain dripping from my eyelashes, my chest hollow. "I don't care if it kills me," I say, and it's not bravado; it's a man with nothing left to barter. "If that's the price, fine. At least then I get to be with you before it ends." She makes a small sound, half sob, half laugh, and it's the most human thing I've ever heard from her. "Don't say that," she whispers, almost fierce. "Don't ever say that." She holds my eyes for one last beat, lips parted like she might say something else - something that could undo all of this, something that could make the rain stop mattering. But she doesn't. Instead, she exhales, low and unsteady, and shakes her head. "I'm sorry," she says again, softer now, like a confession. Then she turns. And that's it.

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