Scattered Scent

Misfortune in their first meet was a myth. It was just a car crash when their souls started to parallel on each other's sides. They couldn't help but come to grips with the red string around their fingers.

Back then, they were the King and the Queen. They were the muse of the living Aladdin and Jasmine. Even the diversity had no power to make them fall from grace.

It was magic. The scattered scents ruled the crowds to go wild. Praising all the ocean they had crossed. It was all for them until fate had to step in.