Strings of Fate

Strings of Fate

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We don’t tell anyone else about what Kiara told us, not even the police. It won’t change anything and after Kiara cried herself to sleep that night, Bellamy and I returned to our room. and discussed it. If Kiara wants to tell someone she can, but we don’t want people to be scared of her or anything like that. We don’t even tell Megan and Darrien. I know they wouldn’t be bothered by it, but Kiara told me and it’s not my place to share. Bellamy only heard because he was coming up to say goodnight too and overheard. Although he did admit to eavesdropping in the hallway for a couple minutes. He came to tuck her in with me but heard the tears and didn’t know if he should come in or not and just ended up waiting there. Still, in the week after that conversation Kiara did begin to relax a little more. She talks to people out loud now, although she still is pretty quiet. She hasn’t brought it up again and neither have we but she has her first appointment talking to a professional later in the week, a Witch with empathic abilities that we have VERY thoroughly checked out. We were a little. unsure about sending Kiara to see a Witch after she was controlled with magic for so long, but she reacted well to the Shifters and we don’t want her to think that Witches are all bad.

She seemed okay when she met Cam so we’re hoping it works. If they’re not compatible then

we can find someone else.

I’m out grocery shopping with Aaron. Bellamy and Kiara were in the process of painting her bedroom when I left and after I nearly knocked over the tin of paint for the second time they “politely‘ suggested I could sort out dinner instead. Yeah I probably deserved that. But hey, I’m no good at painting anyway so I don’t mind and the two of them working on it together is completely adorable anyway. Walking around with Aaron would be sort of quiet and awkward but now that I’m out and about again and actually able to leave the house without a

death threat lingering over me, I’ve quickly fallen back into my habit of chattering away and filling the silence by just telling him practically everything that goes through my mind. He probably feels like my daily journal or something at this point but he never seems to complain so I guess he doesn’t mind? Right now I’m updating him on how my threads have been changing lately.

“Most recently Bellamy and I both got new green threads connecting us to Kiara, which does make sense since we’re taking care of her. But I don’t know why it just suddenly happened now and while all the changes are ones I’m okay with, what am I meant to do if something changes that I don’t want? I am seriously concerned about this.” I sigh. Aaron usually listens to my complaints silently so it’s always a shock when he actually answers which is why I drop the tomato I was picking up when he speaks.

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“The changes are all things you are sure about.” He says softly. I whirl to face him.

“Sorry? What do you mean?” I ask. He shrugs.

“Are you sure that the changes aren’t something that you did?” He clarifies. I stare at him. It’s so obvious, I don’t know how I didn’t make the connection. Alex literally told me that I’m

meant to be able to change and choose my own fate. Isn’t that what I did? I made a decision and poof I have a thread that reflects that. I didn’t even know that I was doing anything at the time but it makes perfect sense. I wonder… is it something I can do on purpose? Or is it just something that happens to me but according to my desires. Well, I should test it. What’s something else that I’m certain about? My eyes fall on Aaron who is picking up the tomatoes I dropped and adding them to the basket while waiting for me to work my way through my thoughts. Perfect. I can’t imagine not having him around, he’s basically my brother, kind of like Harry is. A very different brother, but still my brother. Darrien is too actually. The three of them, Darrien, Aaron and Harry are basically my brothers and I know that isn’tNôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

going to change. Honestly I can’t believe that I didn’t have threads connecting me to them to begin with because I swear it was unavoidable and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Sure enough, my vision blurs and goes dark for a second and when my eyes adjust I have a new thread connecting me to Aaron and I suspect that if Darrien or Harry were nearby I would have threads connecting me to them as well. Well that’s pretty cool. I mean, at least I’ll be able to find him when I need to now. I’m sort of tempted to try to make threads connecting me to all

my friends, but I’m a little worried that might be overwhelming and screw up my vision. Maybe I should try to learn how to not–see them or make them less noticeable or something first. Surely that’s possible if I can literally change fate I can make it less obnoxiously in my

face.

We head home and Aaron and I work together and make dinner. I have confirmed that there is a blue thread joining me to Darrien now too. It should be confusing, I mean there are three blue threads plus a red and a green thread just joining me to people in this house right now. But strangely they make sense. I look at one and I just know who it is connected to without thinking or looking. Hah! I guess they won’t be sneaking up on me anymore. I’m glad they’re not too annoying because I would probably have to get rid of them or something. We all eat. dinner together. Kiara is sleeping in the living room tonight so that she doesn’t get sick from the paint fumes. So after dinner we get her set up and comfortable on the couch. I’m relaxing in bed while Bellamy showers. I’m pretty excited to tell him about my newly discovered control over my threads, when it occurs to me. If I can change my threads to create new ones, then theoretically I can get rid of or destroy them too… right? Which means… I could choose not to be fated to Bellamy. I could choose someone else for myself. I don’t have to follow

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along with the plan that the fates have planned for me like I always thought I had to. I could have dated and fallen for someone else and it could have worked out. I still could choose someone else, except… I can’t think of anything worse. There is nothing even remotely appealing about that idea at all. I don’t WANT anyone else. I DO trust fate and Bellamy and I are meant for eachother. I understand that and the more time I spend with him the r firmly I believe it. I actually take it back. I don’t think I COULD change the thread joining me to Bellamy. To change a thread I have to decide and really believe something, and I don’t think that I could ever actually believe that Bellamy isn’t perfect for me and somehow I’m right for him too. I don’t know anyone else who would be as patient with me as I’ve been working through everything. If I didn’t want him, REALLY didn’t want him, my thread would. have changed by now. So… what am I meant to do with this information? I remember the list that Bellamy wrote me about things he’s fantasised about and with an anxious glance towards. the ensuite, I fetch it from where I stashed it. I should have a few minutes. Bellamy has lavender coloured paint to scrub out of his hair. I’m nervous and oddly excited as I unfold the paper and force myself to actually read what he’s written down.

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