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Since fae was 8 she knew she was gonna die young.
No premonition needed, it also wasn’t written in the stars. She just knew.
Being raised by a single mom in a neighborhood full of kids with the school just down the street, meant fae had a happy childhood.
No pain, or fights , or bullying.Everybody knew Everybody and looked out for each other.
Fae loved to read, her teacher would tell her mom to buy some books for her, to try to calm her down, she was so full of energy back then, so her mom did. She bought book after book for fae, and when fae was done she would look for more. The Bible? Why not. The dictionary? Sure. Her mother’s smutty books? Yes.
Then she turned 8, and one day was looking for a new book to read, looking back now fae doesn’t remember the name of the book. She doesn’t remember the name of the character that changed her life, she just remembers his words and her feelings reading it.
It was a romance book about a priest falling in love with a farmer girl in rural Australia, a story Mostly forgotten by now. In it close to the end the girls brother dies, and when he is dieing on the ground bleeding out, he looks up and just says “I knew there was a reason I never tried to live, I was always fated to die young.” And those words stayed with fae. Because even that young she knew that was how she felt.
So when she is 16 walking home late from the library with the full moon out, singing softly to herself, she decides to walk through the kids park home.
There are five teen boys surrounding her before she knew it, fae recognizes one of the boys. She didn’t know his name, but they used to play in the same group outside as kids, played hide and seek in the same park here, ate popcorn together. Used to run around like crazy.
So when one of the boys stabs her for no reason at all and she falls to the ground bleeding out, it’s his eyes she watches, she sees the shock in his eyes. and when the other boys run away he stayes for 10 more seconds before running away himself.
It seems like he found a new group to play around with.
She isn’t mad, or sad really just empty. While holding her stomach she looks up at the moon and just let’s go.
With a smile on her face she says “I knew there was a reason I never tried to live, I was always fated to die young.”
So when her eyes close in that park she used to play in as a little kid, close to the swings she used to sit on and read, close to the grassy field she used to dream on, she let’s out a little sigh and just let’s go.
And if the moon shines a little brighter, the moment fae died, and if the oceans turn a little rougher, and a old friend turns himself in at the police station that night, fae wouldn’t know for fate had plans for her.