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Star-crossed: A Game of Fate

Unravelling the pain of love, sadness and suffering, this story tells about the life of a fearless hot-headed delinquent, a nineteen year old high school student, a boy who uses his fists to solve his problems. Spending all his days fighting and making trouble in the streets, Leyon's life was a dark abyss of endless misery and bad luck. That was until he met her again one fateful night- his long forgotten childhood sweetheart. In the midst of the busy streets and the flickering city lights, the two souls reunited in a cruel game of fate. With the world set on tearing them apart, how will they survive in this viscious cycle of neverending atrocities and injustices of life? Does this thing called fate really exist? Can they rewrite their own destinies?

CherrySpice_98 · Adolescente
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30 Chs

A Fading Silhouette

Leyon stood in silence at the roof terrace of his school. This was the only spot that calmed his senses: the cool afternoon breeze, the mildly hot sun above, and not a soul around to disturb his peace as he was the only one bunking class at that time of day. He could take a nap, sing, or do whatever he wanted without a care in the world because he knew the teachers were too busy minding their classes and teaching the most talented, promising students in the school to notice someone like him. He had no parents, money, or background. Why would anyone be interested in him? He was merely a loser about to be expelled soon, an unwanted weed growing in amongst the crops that would soon be eliminated.

"You dare try to hurt me?! Call his parents! Wait, he doesn't have any parents." Leyon recalled the words Dustin had said to him. He clenched his fists, biting his lips in anger.

[I don't have any parents. So what? Is it that surprising? Am I not allowed to be treated the same as everybody else just because I don't have any parents? It's not like I wanted this to happen. I, more than anyone else, want my family back. Am I always wrong because I was brought up without one? That's not fair at all...]

"Damn it," Leyon fumed, hitting the wall next to him.

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"I'm sorry, but you're not qualified for this job. Please leave."

"We need a person who can communicate well with our customers. You're not fit for the job. Please leave."

"How can we hire someone who can't even speak?!"

"Please don't ever come looking for us again. Take your notebook and go. You can't even talk to customers and you're expecting us to hire you? Stop wasting our time."

Hikari never thought coming to the city would make her life so difficult. She had never expected people to be so mean and so different. She had only been there for two days at most, trying to find a decent job to support herself, but finding a job, especially for a person like her proved harder than finding a needle in a haystack.

The places that were offering jobs said they didn't want to hire a person with disabilities. Hikari could not count the number of times she had been discourteously thrown out of those places. She had looked for all kinds of jobs, ranging from being a waitress to a cashier in a grocery store to a dishwasher, yet there was not a single place that wanted to hire her.

Hikari was starting to see the world from a new perspective. She learnt a lot after coming here. People in this world only cared about those who they perceived as normal. In a society where rules were made up by the people themselves, one should fit a certain criterion to be recognised as normal. Any form of differences found to break or disrupt those norms was scowled upon. Society was quick to judge those who were different from the rest: those people with disabilities who do not fit into those rules they so painstakingly invented.

People like her weren't considered human here.

How Hikari wished she could go back to her village where people were actually good and helpful and treated her kindly, unlike this city where people were all vile and selfish and didn't care about anybody but themselves. How she wished she could go back home, let her body sink comfortably into the soft mattress of her bed and lie cooped up under the warm confines of her blanket. But she couldn't do that. She was homeless.

Finding a hotel to stay in for a few days after she reached the city wasn't difficult. The little amount of money she had left from selling her house would suffice for the time being, but she couldn't rely on that forever. She needed to find a job to support herself if she were to look for her mother.

Hikari wandered into the park, admiring everything from the patches of the darkening blue sky visible through the large tree leaves to the spring flowers adorning the lush green open space. She was in the city's central park. The air was crisp and fresh, soothing her senses. Perhaps all she needed was a little fresh air to clear the cobwebs in her mind.

Seeing the children playing here and there made her smile. How carefree and joyful they looked, and the smile on those faces, so innocent and pure. She could see couples walking in the park hand in hand, and groups of families coming out for an evening stroll. The atmosphere felt so lively and cheerful with all those people around. So why? Why then was she feeling so lonely?

Then suddenly, everyone was gone. The trees, the flowers, everything was there, but the people had gone. Why was she standing there all alone? The whole place became so quiet and colourless. Hikari seemed to have realised what was wrong. No matter how lively or crowded the outside world was, she was lonely inside. Deep within her heart, there was a void that couldn't be filled. She was all alone in this world.

Her footsteps became heavy as she strolled aimlessly down the path, eyes cast downward, absentmindedly observing the brown-coloured brick stone tiles that layered the pathway she was taking. Somehow, it led her to a huge tree in the middle of the park. It was the first time Hikari was seeing such a tree in real life. She had only seen pictures of it in books.

Like a dream, it stood a few meters ahead — the magnificent wisteria tree. Hikari, suitably awestruck, could only stare at the breathtakingly beautiful sight. Clusters of lilac-coloured flowers hung from the arching branches of the tree; it was thriving so effortlessly under its pale blue and violet-tinged world. The enticing fragrance seemed to be calling for her to come and bask in its luxury. So, she ran towards it, dying to take shade under the magical-looking tree.

Her joy was short-lived, however, when night-time approached. The atmosphere suddenly became very chill. A gust of cold night air touched her skin, and all the pain and loneliness she'd suffered the past few days hit her like a raging tempest, shaking her to the very core. Her heart swelled with a sea of tears threatening to spill at any moment.

When did the world become so dark and torturous? As Hikari sat in gloom, leaning against the bark of the tree, she gazed at the people around her, at the strangers who did not know or cared about her existence.

[Father is gone. Mother is not here. Am I really alone now? What is this overwhelming feeling of pain in my chest? Why did everybody leave me?]

[All I wanted was to be loved...]

The tears came without warning. Her lower lip trembled as she finally let the warm liquid spill down her cheeks. She did not care if anybody saw her crying because she knew strangers would never come up to her and ask her what was wrong. It was not like she was begging to be heard or understood, but her mind was desperate. If only there was one person who could give her a hug that very moment, then she would be eternally grateful to that person. Maybe then she would gain the strength to carry on for one more day.

"Hey?" came a voice from behind.

The deep male voice made Hikari stop crying immediately. She thought the tree was talking to her but later scolded herself for her stupidity.

"Do you know? This is my favourite resting spot," the person said to her. "But you suddenly came and disturbed the peace here by sniffing so loud and crying like a child," he added.

Hikari felt extremely embarrassed at his words. Various thoughts ran through her head. Who was he? Since when had he been there? Before she came or after? How much did he see? She couldn't see the appearance of this unexpected intruder since he was sitting on the other side of the tree. Also, she was too timid to turn around and steal a glance.

Hikari could hear the soft murmur of grasses under the man's feet as she visualised him getting up from the ground. "I don't want to pry into your personal life..." And this person was still talking to her! Hikari screamed inside her head.

[What should I do? Should I run away? ]

"... but," the man continued, "if you think crying can fix everything, then just do it. Go ahead and cry all you want. But if you're crying for reasons that are out of your control, then you're just being stupid. Crying will never solve anything. Just get that."

Hikari felt the blood rush to her heart with a thud. She swallowed hard. She couldn't have mistaken it. Those words, it couldn't be. The breath hitched in her throat as she swiftly spun around to catch the person on the other side of the tree. But to her utter disappointment, there was no one there, not even a shadow.