Balenciaga Paedophiles

I looked up to the sky realizing the alignment was just as they had said below were the lands I had nurtured my whole life up until now, I knew since I was born what my fate would be there is nothing that can stop this it is already written in the stars forever unchanging, forever destined to happen this way and in the next life. Being reborn again will be our fate to save the cosmos no matter how many times we will have to do this each time I will sacrifice my being to become another in order to save this world it is all that was ever asked of us and is our soul duty to protect the world one day we might return but until then into the abyss we wait to be reborn.

On a certain fateful day, three events that almost shocked Su Cheng to death happened. The first was that there was a Daily Check-in System ingrained in his head. The second was that he had received a message from his daughter from the future. The third was that he had learned that the school belle would be his wife in the future. “Dad! When are you going to confess your feelings to mom?” his daughter asked. “How am I supposed to do that?” “Just ask me! I know everything about mom!” “Okay! Does your mom wear Balenciaga all the time?” “… Next question, please.” “After your mom and I got married, who gets to handle the paychecks?” “Mom does.” “Who does the chores?” “You.” “Does your mom bully me?” “She smacks you around all the time.” “My dear daughter, you know what? Why don’t we forget about each other? Goodbye.” “…” Life is just like a phone call. Someone has to hang up first.

*Trigger warning* Welcome to Coalfields. A Town where everyone fits in. From murderers to rapists to paedophiles. And you. Yes, you. What? You think you’re so much different from them? That’s what Jack and Lia thought too. After all, what do two high school lovebirds have in common with a place like that? Nothing. Until one of them commits murder. But even then, who am I to Judge? After all, I'm merely an observer in the stars—a spectator. God. So out of all the people in the world, why observe the life of two teenagers? Because it's simple: They're special. One is the greatest high school quarterback in North America who's slept with as many girls as the hairs on his head. The other? A child-like teenager who was abused by her now-dead father. But it wasn't the murder of Lia's father, or the fact that Jack had fallen head over heals for a virgin, that interested me. It was because of the fateful day that Lia looked me dead in the eyes. A mere mortal, looked upon me, God. It was then, for the first time I felt fear. In the reflection of her eyes—the dark figure. A manifestation. An It. Something I hadn't created. And with his cherry red lips, It smiled back. (This is the first part of a two-part story that will conclude in Valentine: Act II)