Twist Of Fate

Twist Of Fate

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“31st December, midnight, Brooklyn Bridge, together we’ll….” “Commit suicide.” “Jeez. Could you be more harsh? Can’t you say something more subtle like…bring an end to our not-so-happening lives.” “You know Alyssa, I don’t think you are serious about this…you know we are not planning a trip to the amusement park right?” “Fine, Derek. No need to shout at me. Then it’s a pact. Pinky promise”, she holds out her pinky finger of right hand. “Are you kidding me?” “Does it look like it? Stop acting like a child.” Derek gives her an are-you-kidding look. “Okay..stop acting like an adult.” “I am an adult.” Derek groans in frustration knowing she wont give up and twines his pinky with hers. “Urghhh. Fine.” Alyssa Peyton. She is childish, adventurous, witty, daring and seems like a person who wants to live her life to the fullest. Derek Hemmington. An uptight business-man who only seems to care about the stock market, a perfectionist and doesn’t want to undertake any risks. What happens when they decide to suicide together on New Year’s Eve? Will Alyssa be able to break the up-tight Derek or will Derek be able to see behind Alyssa’s mask until they survive?
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Everyone was talking about their new years resolutions, planning parties, and excitedly getting ready for the new year. Except for me. I wouldn't make it to New Years, I was sure of it. After living like this for so long, I was ready to go. December 29th. It was snowing, freezing cold, everyone busy speeding down the highway, except for me. The brown haired girl wearing nothing but a pair of torn jeans, a white dress, red jacket, and ratty old converse standing at the top of the bridge, preparing to jump off. But then he stopped me, and my life would never be the same.

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