"Do not be afraid; our fate
Cannot be taken from us; it is a gift."
― Dante Alighieri, Inferno
Fate moves like the time manufactured by an antique grandfather-clock. The reason time moves is because of the little pieces that make up the infrastructure of the machine. As such, fate needs little events and inconsequential screws that assist in its function.
Choices – they are the footballs that smash against the clock and stopping fate in its tracks. They help make our own fates. In the journey of life, cross-roads are found at every turn and these ultimately decide your destination.
The biggest cross-road found in life would have to be choosing one person over another. In this biggest cross-road, fate tricks you into thinking that it's a choice but it isn't one. Just because the baseball smashed the clock doesn't mean that time has stopped through the universe.
No. Fate doesn't change. It will take you to where you will need to be at the end.
For Edward Mason, fate brought the two most important people in his life who he loved differently, but with the same intensity and loyalty.
While neither of them wanted him in their lives.
Fate, however, found him amusing to play with, the cruel entity that it is, brought him to the emergency room, hanging on the threads of life.
Jacob Black sat impatiently on the uncomfortable plastic chairs fidgeting occasionally. He tried to watch the waiting room of Sibley Memorial Hospital through the objective eyes of a documentary maker, but failed. He felt haunted by the grieving eyes of the occupants while he cursed silently. He glared at the clock and the moving seconds that seemed to mock him by moving painfully slowly.
He couldn't look at the devastated soft brown eyes staring into space or comfort the hunched shoulders that screamed defeat.
Looking in the general direction of the emergency surgery room, he mused silently with an almost nostalgic smile on handsome face.
With a friend like him there isn't a need for an enemy.
A/N: Please keep reading...it gets better - I promise!