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Until Fate Break Us Apart

Eirlys Williams is the child of misfortune. That’s what people always labeled her. Her abusive father killed her mother due to her infidelity with another man, creating a permanent scar in her heart. People come and go in her life, but she remains in the same place, with her indelible trauma. "You deserve to be beaten! Who made you a child born from a murderer and a sl*t?!" "Your existence itself is a sin!" "Do us a favor and go die!" She shuts her heart to deflect the pain, hurt, and sadness that constantly following her. However, to shut one's pain, means one also shut their happiness. Constant abuse throughout the years has made the girl's heart grow cold and numb. However, her brief encounters with the Gardners sparks a new page in her life. "That's very kind of you. But then, I will be worried if you go home alone." "Don't be so reckless next time! You are a girl!" "Big sister, please become my wife in the future!" She could slowly feel all of her emotions coming back to her heart. The pain, joy, sadness, hope, anger, awe, and even love. This time, she vows to protect her heart with all her might. However, the Gardners have secrets they don't want other people to know. A secret that could put Eirlys in danger. Can Eirlys overcome the hardship that comes from regaining her emotions back? This is a story of an adolescent girl, trying to find a place where she belongs. ===================== - The pic isn't mine. Credits are belong to the original artist. - English isn't my first language, so there might be lots of grammar mistakes. I apologize in advance for that! Happy reading!

PetiteSnowdrop · Teen
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Chapter 50 : Dinner at Gardner's house (1)

Days passed, and the long-awaited day has finally come. Alex told me not to think too heavily about it, but as expected, I couldn't possibly stroll around in another household using my usual casual wear. I pondered a bit and even searched about it on the internet, but unsurprisingly, the clothes in my wardrobe were really inappropriate for such occasions. They were too plain–almost shabby—and the colors were too somber for a  dinner celebration. 

I had studied what teenage girls usually wear for this kind of event on the internet, and could only scrunch my face in disapproval when I compared it with the clothes in my wardrobe. Come to think of it, Grandpa always urged me to use my money to buy a pretty dress for myself, rather than just grabbing some tops and bottoms randomly from a secondhand store, but I always refused and only bought what's necessary.