Bound by Fate, Freed by Faith

Bound by Fate, Freed by Faith

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She was born with an old soul and a heart too heavy for her young body. Haunted by silent battles and driven by a purpose no one understood, she kept her pain hidden behind quiet smiles and unwavering faith. He was the boy who had everything but failed to see the depth in her eyes-until it was almost too late. This is not just a love story. It's a journey of a girl who loved deeply, broke silently, and rose again-not because someone saved her, but because faith whispered when the world turned away. In a world where emotions are masked and strength is misjudged, can destiny write a different ending for two souls torn between fear, desire, and the divine?

Chapter 1 The Walk Away

I didn't look back.

Maybe I should have. Maybe I would've seen his hand half-raised, unsure if he should reach for me. Maybe I would've seen the confusion in his eyes-the kind that comes too late.

But I didn't.

Because for the first time, I was choosing myself.

My footsteps echoed louder than my thoughts. Every step away from him felt like tearing through something invisible but real-like string snapping one thread at a time.

He didn't call out. He never does.

Silence is his language when he's scared, and mine when I'm tired.

The wind wrapped around me like a veil, cold but strangely comforting. The sun was setting, and the sky was painted in bruised oranges and fading purples. The world looked beautiful even though everything inside me was falling apart.

"You never even tried to understand me," I whispered. It wasn't anger, it was just... grief. A quiet mourning for a love that could've been.

I kept walking-not because I didn't care, but because I did. Too much.

He stood still as I disappeared into the growing darkness.

Funny how two people can walk the same path and still end up in opposite lights.

We were bound. I knew that.

But bonds... they can either save you, or slowly strangle you.

And sometimes, the only way to survive is to let go.

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