Foe ✓

❀ | eight

            Fate is its own destiny.

            They glanced up at the stars with fervor daunting their eyelids. There were an infinite array of lights in the sky, burning with fire and shimmering with dust. Each one of them stood for hope. Hope that fades out before returning to the night sky, expectant of offering their courage to the ones that deserve it.  

            I always thought that deserved it. The father and daughter that held onto one another for as long as they could. However, the last I've laid eyes on her, she was staring up at the skies alone. Soaked in detriment and pooling with misery. I could've sworn that there was not a single light that flickered in her eyes. For her own tragedy took it all away. 

            Who knew that a perfect story could end up so tragical? Were they meant to be this unkempt and enigmatic? Or is it all the start of something new . . .