~him, her and the rewritten fate
The terrace door creaked again.
This time—
It wasn't the wind.
Freya turned first.
A girl stood near the entrance.
Simple white dress. Calm expression. Eyes too steady for someone their age.
She looked… ordinary.
But something about her presence made the air feel heavier.
"Sorry," the girl said softly. "I didn't mean to interrupt."
Freya blinked. "Oh—it's fine. We were just leaving."
Noah hadn't moved.
His body had gone completely still.
Because he recognized her instantly.
Grace.
But she wasn't glowing.
She wasn't distant.
She looked human.
Completely human.
Freya smiled politely. "Are you visiting someone?"
Grace tilted her head slightly.
"In a way."
Her gaze shifted to Noah.
Just for a second.
That silent exchange.
Freya didn't notice.
But she felt it.
"I don't think we've met," Freya added kindly.
Grace looked at her carefully.
"Oh," she said softly. "We have."
Freya frowned.
The words landed strangely.
Noah's jaw tightened.
"Grace," he said quietly.
Freya turned. "You know her?"
Grace smiled faintly.
"We've spoken before."
Freya stared between them.
Something inside her chest twisted sharply.
A sudden dizziness washed over her.
The terrace lights flickered.
The bracelet on her wrist burned.
And suddenly—
White hospital sheets.
A silent room.
A girl on a bed.
Machines beeping softly.
A whisper:
"Collect them gently, Noah."
Freya gasped.
Her vision blurred.
Noah moved instantly, catching her before she collapsed.
"Freya."
Her breathing became uneven.
And then—
She saw it.
The same girl.
The same calm eyes.
Sitting on a hospital bed.
Looking fragile.
But smiling.
"You're late," the girl had said softly.
Freya's lips trembled.
"We… have met before."
The words escaped her mouth before she could stop them.
Noah's grip tightened slightly.
Grace stepped closer.
"Yes," Grace replied gently. "We have."
Freya looked up at her.
"But… you were—"
The memory slipped.
Like mist.
She clutched her head.
"You were in a hospital."
Noah's heart pounded violently.
Grace's expression didn't change.
"I am often where endings happen," she said calmly.
Freya's breathing slowly steadied.
Noah helped her sit down on a terrace bench.
"Don't push," Grace said quietly to him.
His eyes snapped to her.
"You're breaking the balance."
"You're interfering," he replied sharply.
Freya looked between them, confused.
"What are you talking about?"
Grace crouched slightly so she was eye level with Freya.
"You're remembering too soon."
Freya's pulse quickened again.
"Remembering what?"
Grace didn't answer that.
Instead, she asked softly—
"Do you trust him?"
The question felt too direct.
Freya looked at Noah.
He looked… afraid.
Not angry.
Afraid.
"Yes," Freya said without thinking.
Noah's breath caught.
Grace studied them both carefully.
Then she stood.
"Interesting," she murmured.
"No more games," Noah warned quietly.
Grace's eyes softened slightly.
"I don't play games, Noah. I balance them."
Freya pressed her fingers to her temple.
The memory was fading again.
Hospital room.
White light.
A list.
Names.
Noah standing beside a bed.
Her heart pounded.
"Why do I feel like you were dying?" Freya whispered suddenly.
Silence fell heavily.
Grace smiled gently.
"I was."
The wind moved again across the terrace.
Freya's eyes widened.
"But you're here."
"Yes."
"How?"
Grace glanced at Noah.
"Ask him."
Noah's voice hardened.
"Don't."
Freya looked at him sharply.
"Don't what?"
Grace stepped back toward the terrace door.
"You're not ready yet," she said calmly. "Neither of you are."
The bracelet dimmed.
Freya's dizziness slowly faded.
But the feeling didn't.
The knowing.
The almost remembering.
Grace paused before leaving.
"One of you broke fate," she said softly.
"And the other will have to decide whether to fix it."
Then she disappeared down the stairwell.
Freya stared at the empty doorway.
Her voice was barely a whisper.
"She feels… important."
Noah closed his eyes briefly.
"She is."
Freya looked at him again.
"You're hiding something."
"Yes."
The honesty startled her.
"Why?"
He looked at her like someone holding a truth too heavy to carry alone.
"Because…"
His voice dropped.
"even I don't know what exactly going on".
"I'm going to loose something that wasn't mine".
"Huh??" she is annoyed this time.
(I'm completely done with this all the strange feeling like I forgot something important but memories are blur and now these two feels like.. talk like we've met before and what is exactly I'm about remember)
To be continued ~