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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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171 Chs

Chapter 92 : Friends with benefit (?)

"W-wait a minute!" I exclaimed in panic, seeing Aslan intended to go out of the building dragging me like this. 

"Huh? What is it?" He turned back and stared at me blankly. 

"My hand! Let it go first." 

"Oh." He finally noticed how his hand still wrapped around my wrist. He slowly let it go and tucked his hand into his pocket, observing me quietly.

I discreetly rubbed my sore wrist as I stared back at him warily. "W-what?"

"So, Elis? Eris? Emily?" 

"It's Eirlys." I corrected him. 

"Whatever your name is," He shrugged his shoulder, "Take me to your usual hanging out place. I'm bored, so you have to entertain me."

Putting aside the fact of him not remembering my name even after our encounters so far, I had a hard time believing that Aslan just invited me to hang out together. His mood fluctuated rapidly, and it caught me off guard.

"Ah? Are you serious?"