Fates Conniving
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Last published Mon, Jun 12, 2023
My name is Trina, and I just moved into a new boarding school during my senior year. I've been pretty much a wallflower all my life, until I came here. On my first day, I met my best friends, the sister I always wanted, and the most enigmatic man I've ever met. I'd say he is because, despite the bruteness and indifference, I saw a different person when he was with his sister, with me, or all alone in his own head. Perhaps it was the strings of fate tugging me to him, only to have me caught between the knots. As our strings continued to entangle, conniving and spontaneous, we meet in the end.
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