Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. And if this story resembles another, it is not my fault . . .wait, I mean, yeah, I don't own.
A/N: This will turn into a real story, I promise! It's just that, well, I didn't want to put all of this into one chapter, so I split the prologue into three parts. It wasn't until recently that I realized how troublesome something like this could be. On a side note, I know I'm sort of an irregular updater, but I will try! College will not stop me! Well, the exams might . . . but that's another story . . .
Destiny's Path
Prologue III
The past and the future, what was and what will be. Like two sides of a coin, our life revolves around that philosophy. We can't walk away from what hasn't happened, and we can't forget what has. Our past shapes us into who we are today. We can't change the past, we can't see the future, so we must live for today.
It was in these few moments, these few stolen moments of silence and solitude that the wistful smile would show up on her rose lips. Locked up in her bedroom with not but her own belongings knowing the truth behind her perfect smiles and cheerful exterior. These were the times where she could pretend, daydream that she hadn't chosen the wrong path.
It was what she wanted. And though others saw it as a mistake, to her, it was simply her being selfish. She didn't want a life of fighting, she didn't really want to save the world and all those who lived in it. Instead, she wanted this, this one small thing. The choice had come, and she had chosen to save one life, instead of many.
Marron rested atop her soft bed, one hand lazily drawing circles on her smooth stomach while the other sat idly by her head.
When she had told everyone what she was going to do, they had all tried to persuade her otherwise. Throwing at her comments on how she was giving her life away, how she was going to ruin her future with that one choice. But she had shut them out, wouldn't take their negative words to heart. This was her future, this was her reason.
Eventually they would warm to it, but until then, she would have her peaceful moments to keep her company. That was why she let the wistful smile show, that was why she wouldn't cave.
This was what she wanted, this was her reason.
Tbc.
Fanfic by inca.
