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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO: talk me down — troye sivan
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( 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘, 𝟏𝟔 )
Fate was an odd little thing; You see, some people ( those who believed in the beauty of the world and the mystery of the stars ) liked to say that when it came to life, we spin our own yarn, unravel our own threads, write our own tales, and where we end up is really, in fact, where we intended to be to begin with. That every person had the power to change their fate if they were brave enough to fight for what they desired more than everything.
Then there were the cynics. Those who believed that all good things eventually came to an end, that all blooming flowers would one day shrivel up into nothing but heaps of brown and black, their beauty lost to time. They liked to say that fate was never fair and you could never really be in control of the tidal waves and intertwining strings of our lives because you are caught in a current much stronger than the human spirit; struggle against it and you'll probably drown. Swim with it, and maybe you'll survive. Go along with all the pain, suffering, trials and tribulations, and maybe you'll scrape your way out of your miserable life alive.
Draco Malfoy was a cynic.
He believed that fate was cruel and twisted. He believed that there was no winning against the cresting waves that aimed to drown everyone.
