Destiny, fate or divine will, it doesn’t matter what you desire to call it, it will not change itself but it will, without doubt, change you. It is woven into our lives carefully guiding us, like a step-by-step plan on how to live on. You are after all said to be the master of your own fate or was it the writer? I can’t remember.
This is a short story with no real plot. And it is discontinued for now. I am sorry if scenes don't add up or make sense.