Fates

Fates

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Do you remember them? When you're sitting in class do you remember the delinquent that sat outside smoking a cigarette? When you're going to the store, do you remember the old lady that would stare at the carts as if they were people? When you're at work and the rugged man that use to shuffle by every Thursday to peek in the trash. Do you remember him? No you don't. You don't even know the kid existed. You Don't even give the old women a second glance. The rugged man who would come by every Thursday. Doesn't anymore. You don't remember because we don't want you too. We are The Fate. We control all. We are what keeps the world from dying. We are your saviors and you will never even know about us. Until Now.
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(Y/N) has lost her memories. She can't seem to remember anything from her past. Almost 25 years later, the memories start to flood in more constant than usual. All she knows is that there's a mystery guy behind her flashbacks. She's determined to wait for him. Little did she know, Fizzarolli was angry and heartbroken by her. Flashback: A part of this memory skipped and she could see a dark room. It didn't look to be a room but a closet? The lights seem to be running low. How strange, almost scary. She felt hopeless, maybe sad. It was confusing but there were a lot of negative emotions. She found a bouquet of black roses. Black Roses, they seem to call to her. There was a note attached to it. She read it aloud. 'Dear (Y/N), I'm sorry I didn't meet you last night. I had actually fallen.... Yesterday was very tiring. Please (Y/N), I don't want to fight anymore. Without you by my side it would be like a clown missing his balloons. I am outside.... The letter made her feel as if her heart was doing backflips. She could feel herself laughing. He really did know how to get her out of her bad mood. She observed the black roses. They were very beautiful but there was more to them than the memory seems to show. End of flashback.

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