"In the space between chaos and shape, there was another chance."

Jeanette Winterson, The World and Other Places: Stories

"So I am not a broken heart.
I am not the weight I lost or miles or ran and I am not the way I slept on my doorstep under the bare sky in the smell of tears and whiskey because my apartment was empty and if I were to be this empty I wanted something solid to sleep on. Like concrete.
I am not this year and I am not your fault.
I am muscling building cells, a little every day because they broke that day,
but bones are stronger once they heal and I am smiling to the bus driver and replacing my groceries once a week and I am not sitting for hours in the shower anymore.
I am the way a life unfolds and bloom and seasons come and go and I am the way the spring always finds a way to turn even the coldest winter into a field of green and flowers and new life.
I am not your fault."

Charlotte Eriksson

[3rd person]

Her eyes were E/C you were effortlessly mesmerized by, with long skinny eyelashes in the color midnight that she flicked almost constantly. Her skin was smooth and gentle as a newly bloomed flower, with a metallic rose-colored tint to her cheeks. Her faultless H/C hair fell loosely over her shoulders into skinny, slack curls. Her lips were like a frozen rose, dangerous but beautiful, full and plump.The moonlight complemented her eyes so much as if it found them to be so distracting, wonderful, and full of deep leftover affection.The wind hugged her body gently as if she was the only drop of water on its palm, gravely afraid it will slip away.He stared at her from a distance, wishing to call her his, to call her his and only his queen.The only person to walk into his heart, without ever looking for an exit.Their story was messed up, but it found its way, in a very special matter.

And who could have guessed that they would have been standing here earlier this morning?

Who even knew it would all make sense and get fixed in one single day?

The silence we wake up in can decide our mood and the way we see everything for the next 24 hours, or is that just me?From the moment you open your eyes and let your gaze lurk around, I guess you can tell deep inside what the day has planned for you.And yet in some special mornings, we like to ignore the plans and go with a different perspective we keep hidden in our pocket, it's as if we are letting the duel between our brain and heart rest as we get out of the bed which keeps you safe and trains you for the next day.And today, your adventuristic side is being set free as you start to learn the truth you always knew.Just in more details, and honesty.

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Y/N opened her eyes to see the trees following the swift movements of a gentle morning breeze, cold yet graceful.Putting her hands behind her head to soften the pressure of the ground, she exhaled, leaving the emptiness she felt deep inside continue haunting her.Y/N's gaze outlined the dissolving clouds in the baby blue sky as her delicate lips formed a small smile.

"Well, good morning." a voice being dragged by the wind echoed through her ears as she glanced upwards, tilting her head slightly to see better, but all she got was the strong pain in her neck from the inhuman movement.

"Morning," she replied in a monotone voice, her interest going back to the clouds, which were ignoring the concept of time.As she stared deeply into them her heart slowed down, feeling as if she was slowly being pulled away from everything."Esmund, what do you want?"

Esmund stayed quiet as he put his hand above her, whispering a spell unknown to her, yet sounding very familiar.The calm clouds were becoming twisted quickly, pulling her inside and placing her into a portal.And in one blink of an eye, she stood in an endless white room, Hyria looking at her in a sweet gaze, meeting her eyes in that one second, everything came back in a split.

"What did I do?" she spoke quickly and quietly as her eyes were open wide, staring into the oblivion of endless white, she saw nothing.Her heart hit off her ribcage in a strong manner as if telling her to get out, to just run and hope for a path and then footsteps echoed all around her, quickly and full of decision.

Hyria looked behind her and she smiled in a grateful manner, her absence fading away in a slow graceful way.Good people with magic powers have the same exit, like damn, stop being boring and change it up a bit.We get it, you can be invisible and teleport.

Y/N felt a tap on her shoulder, turning around her stiff body; her eyes, looking upwards, Zane took some space in her view.His eyes reflected the white light, looking into them you could get your mind to think that you're stuck in an endless snowfield being reflected, or better being said, copied by the clouds in the calm baby blue sky, being always the same endless oblivion with a huge meaning.

"What did I do, Zane?" she repeated her question to him, being unable to find the answer herself."How do we go back?Why can't I remember any spells?What if--" she kept going on before Zane put his index finger on her lips so he could get a chance to respond to her bombarding questions.

"Could you calm down?" he said angrily, his pupils becoming smaller as he held her wrist tightly, "Just close your eyes and whisper Shad's spell," he explain easily, but Y/N wasn't naive, how is he here?Why is he being brutal?It was all going through her head.

Y/N tried to pull her wrist away, out of his grasp, but he just held on tighter to her.His facial expression becoming duller; madder.And I don't mean in an anger problem way, I mean it in a crazy manner... as if having a mental breakdown, the final countdown to him snapping at her coming ever so quickly.

"Just say the spell and get us back!" he yelled as his strong voice echoed onto every side of the room, going around them as Y/N pulled herself out of his strong grip, her eyes piercing into his as if breaking a tall long wall which stood between them.

"What's wrong with you?I don't remember the spell!" she yelled back at him, her mind already having enough."I get it, alright?I know I messed up, a lot.I know it's my fault we're here, and I'm trying to fix it but I can't Zane... so stop pressuring me, and actually support me for once." she said in a stubborn matter as she hit his chest with her palms, tears making her eyes glow for a second.

"I'm sick of this, okay?I am sick of always being your plan B, always being nothing to you!I am tired of being dragged around Y/N, I've had enough!Enough of you, your family, your insignificant guilt!I want a break.I want a break from loving you," he said ending the last words in a calm tone as if it meant nothing anymore.

Y/N stood in her full height as she looked him over, closing her eyes she took a deep breath, feeling the silence soothe her heart.A feeling of warmth passed through her body in a second, being followed by a cold touch on the back of her neck.

Rue appeared in front of her, a smile spread on her face, as if the news she was going to say were good.

Yet, what can be good when the person you love leaves you behind?

Is Zane worth a second chance?Or is it true that all love stories have a bad ending to them?

[Chapter 19]

sorry for the long wait, im still recovering from the things that are happening, but i find wattpad as my escape so im back now.i won't update by the schedule, because of private and school reasons, thank you for 1k also.

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