Granola was a firm believer in shaping one's destiny. The decisions you make, the words you use, the people you let in, all lead to some future consequence. Whether good or bad, the choice was always yours to make.
Right now, Szeina needed her voice of wisdom. Her thoughts were scattered.
The grief in her heart was colliding with the uncertainty and hurt. To add, she was feeling relatively mad.
All this time, what happened to Hope was something she had tried to understand how it was possible. What caused her death? Who killed her?
It took her months to accept that she was truly gone and no amount of regret or tears could ever bring her back.
Gingerly opening her palms, Szeina stared at the familiar pendant. Unlike before, it wasn't helping her feel at ease.
And she didn't expect to. After all, it was what had caused her to have all the emotions she was feeling right now clash with each other.
Questions. Questions infiltrated her head.
