How can we know that the person we have right now is destined for us? What can we do to change the fate we don't like?

Seeing the man you love the most having another girl, smiling at her, and making her feel special is like stabbing you with an invisible knife.

"What are you doing there Scarlet?" I gazed at the girl who sat beside me. She arched her eyebrow and throw gazed at the place I was looking. "Eh? Do you still love him? You're so dumb." I rolled my eyes at what she said.

I gazed at that man again standing a few meters away from us, "You know how much I love him," I said.

"And I saw how you begged for him, you're not in the fairytale woman, so you should move on now." She lightly punches my arm. I sighed and keep silent and rested my back on the stem of the tree.

I didn't expect that our relationship will be like this. I thought he was the one for me but I guess I'm wrong.

I wanted to ask what did I do for him to make me suffer like this. What did I do to make him leave me without saying goodbye? For living me hanging in the air and waiting for nothing. 

"I do love him so much," I whisper to the air as I feel a tear come out from my eye. 

Does he even love me...for real?

I wonder what really love is? Why do love have pain and need sacrifices?

When Destiny, Plays

“For everyone,” Louise said, smiling, and placed the soft drink and glasses on the table. 


I raised an eyebrow at him, “What's for “everyone” eh we'll be three here,” I said and started eating again. 


Ace and I looked at him as he took the soft drink bottle and glasses again before smiling sweetly. “For the three of us!” He looked happy before putting down the things he took. 


We laughed softly because of what he did, “Crazy,” I said weakly. 


“As ever,” he agreed. We continued our meal without speaking. Only the sound of cutlery could be heard, the scenario remained like that before Louise decided to break the silence. 


“So, how's the food I cook?” he asked, looking at me. 


I swallow my food before answering him, “It's okay, it's delicious.” He squeezed my cheek before smiling. 


“You know what? It doesn't suit you when they call you 'Scar'.” I arched my eyebrow because of what he said. Scar is one of my nicknames, I don't think it doesn't suit me. 


Chapter 17: Unexplainable Pain