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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 · Adolescente
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171 Chs

Chapter 97 : Dreams about the past

[Meet me at the usual cafe tomorrow at 10 AM].

In life, you were bound to face the unexpected sometimes. There was no avoiding it, and the only thing you can do was to improvise. Just like now.

It was already very unexpected for Aslan to send me a text first, let alone asking me to meet upon his own initiative. I re-read the message carefully a few times, but the sender's name was always the same, no matter how much I looked at it. 

Only a few minutes ago, I made a promise to myself to contact Aslan so I could talk about the content of the agreement again, but here he was, asking me to meet first. What convenient timing.

I tossed aside the towel in my hand, letting my damp hair wet my pajama as I typed a reply. 

Me: [Are you going to tell me what I should do to repay you?]

Aslan: [Don't be late, since this is an important matter].

Me: [Alright].