The stag hunt with the scarlet heart
There are four pillars of destiny.
The day, hour, month, and year of our birth are used to predict someone's future.
Did this determine my life, did I condemn myself to events that shaped me forever, or do we just assign a name to what we can't control, the actions of others, or how we are triggered by our history.
This is my story, I'm Saffron Avery. Don't expect it to be motivational or romantic. There is nothing motivational about me, but I did fall in love. It didn't end well, there were very few pieces left intact. Callum. A yeti with long blond hair, he didn't see what my eyes were screaming.
Pain.
But I saw his. In them was the love I lost years ago that neither he nor anyone else could bring back. He thinks he can hurt me, but he can't, because I am the villain in this story.
This is what I am, what I was, and maybe what I ever will be, but it is my story, not ours. MINE. Don't expect me to be feminist or empowered or take over the world. I'm just fighting to survive...
Just like you.
