Destiny is like a tangled ball of steel wires. The more you try to discard the layers the deeper it cuts your palm.

　　It unfolds itself in miraculous ways... Always remaining unpredictable.

　　Those sweet words refused to befall on Karma's ears, a ringing sound filling it instead and she froze unable to comprehend day and night when she saw Cyrus wrapping his arm around the petite waist of a brunette.

　　Bile rose her throat when Cyrus's lips made contact with her cheek in what was meant to be a kiss.

　　But those wild honey coloured irises of the woman remained focused searching for something, securing the perimeter from her gaze.

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