PetiteSnowdrop

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.

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- 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!

Until Fate Break Us Apart

Chicken stew, meatball spaghetti, and chicken salad sandwiches. This much should be enough, right?

"It's done!" I proudly exclaimed as I wiped the sweat on my forehead.

Beside me, George also looked satisfied. "I'm sure the Third Young Master would love it."

I hoped so. If not, he would complain again and stress me out.

George was arranging the plate on the tray. While he moved his hand, I took a glimpse of the scar on his left hand. It seemed like a scar from something sharp. The scar began from the base of his pinky finger to his wrist. It was hidden pretty well, and people wouldn't normally notice if they weren't truly paying attention.

George followed my line of vision, then replied, "Ah, this? I wasn't careful enough when holding a knife a while back."

"That must have been very painful."

Chapter 111 : It’d be wonderful if we could be friends