What will happen if the past meets the future? A happy ending or sad ending?

A world.
A place.
A fantasy that explains what might actually happen in the future. A war. Deaths. 
One girl.
One man.
An entire mystery.
What happens in the end?

I think not many people noticed the announcement in auxiliary chapters(Didn't see any comments there), so I will copy it here. If you read it already go for Thursday update. 

#Tuesday announcement#

Hello everyone, author is here))
I want to take a break today, because due to growing story and continious improvement of MC it is really hard to manually keep track of what changes and what increases. What one ability does and etc. 
Therefore, today I started on creating a software that will help with that issue. I started it in the morning and still doing it now. 
Because, I spent most of my day typing program and sitting while doing so, I don't have strength to write a chapter for a story. It takes on average around 3 to 4 full hours to write a chapter if idea is clear, however lately chapters take longer, due to all foundation laying and story progression.
So, I don't want to write a wacky chapter just for a sake of new chapter. I will continue working on software to keep track of the MC progression and hopefully tomorrow I will do the chapter. 

I hope for your understanding and see you all tomorrow)))

#Wednesday Update#

So, I am still working on software. Saving objects and modifying their copies is huge problem in C# cause it has no direct way of doing and apparently I forgot about it ;_) so... I made vital parts of interface and implemented them but still got stuck with copying objects. Takes a lot of time and I am really tired, but thought that not updating chaps for you for 2 days straight will be bad, so I decided to dedicate less time to software and started finishing chapter I started yesterday. 
After all, today I had to do less things for soft then on Tuesday))   
Without software really hard to keep track of all skills and abilities and other stuff. And paper not very editable in my opinion AND Wednesday chapter was especially heavy on this, but I did it XD .  
Thankfully I started it yesterday, so I was able to make it)))

Anyway I am going to continue doing software. See tomorrow. And don't forget to leave your feedback. I always try to read your comments. 

#Thursday update#

Software is nearly finished and I already started filling up info I had manually written or just kept in mind. I wanted to finish it as soon as possible, but rushing will lead only to mistakes. 
So today's chapter will be skipped as well, because previous chapter received some negative feedback, despite me working on it for 2-3 hours, which means I need to polish chapters even harder. 
Also, there was an idea by "WolfLord" about quests and that got me thinking about how can I implement it, because the idea was really good and would fit with next activity(walk in forest).
Comment if you read and again hope for your understanding. 
I am NOT dropping the novel. 
I am actually doing everything possible to make my future writing of the novel smoother and faster. See you all tomorrow. 
Enjoy your day/night/evening/morning )))

Seems like the time has come for another party to begin. Let's hope this one will be a success. World - Potterian. Person - random.
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Met truck-kun. Obviously died. Nobody survives after fateful meeting with him.
Afterwards, I was reborn in the different world with the system from my favorite game! However, there was a catch - I had negligible amount of knowledge about this universe. 
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I open my eyes and see [You were caught during unauthorized entrance into a magic academy!] 
"Oh cmon... System, do you really need do this every time? Now... what will I do?" 
[Pick a race]
"..."

Chapter 6. Thoughts

"Ren, how is your school going?"

"Ah, it's going well."

Ren answered his mother's question as he was eating dinner. 

"Have your already thought of a university?"

'University!'

Ren slightly frown hearing that question. He had not thought about going to a university. No, he don't know if he really wanted to go to a university or not.

In his previous life, university was the place where everything had started for him and he also didn't have many good memories of it.

Although Ren had those thoughts, he still answered his mother normally.

"I hadn't thought of anything yet."

His mother frowned at Ren's answer and said.

"You are already in your third year and there's less than a year left to the university exams. You have to thought about these things quickly."

"Yes"

Ren simply nodded at his mother's words and noticing that, his mother nagging continued.

"You have to do well in your upcoming midterm exams. If you want to join some cram schools, tell me. I will give you the money for it."

Ren simply nodded at his mother's words but he was frowning inwardly. 

'This was very similar to my last life.'

The conversation Ren was currently having was very similar to his last life. 

At that time, his parents had continued to nag him everyday with a silmilar conversation and Ren had to listen to their words and go to various cram schools.

Although the result was good and Ren was able to get into a literary college because of it but only Ren knew that he had pushed himself to study.

That was not a pleasant phase in his life. It was only after entering the college that he had confronted his parents and decided to write a novel.

"Are you listening to me? If you don't study now, you won't be able to get a job like your father and live a good life."

Ren instinctively frowned at his mother's words. He was really frowning too much but he can't do anything about it when his mother talked about his father in the conversation.

His father was a office worker and he also have a good salary and a high position. He also have a good wife and a son. You can describe him as a happy man but…..

'His seat was empty as usual.'

Ren glanced at his father's seat which was empty. It was like this for at least half of the month. His father would often work overtime and come home late.

You could say that his life was good but it was too tiring. Even if Ren forced himself, he didn't wanted to live that kind of life.

It was simply too exhausting!

"Do you understand? You have to do well in your studies or you will not be able to succeed in life."

Ren wanted to retort her words but he knew it wasn't the time for that. In his previous life, he had a fallout with his parents and they had never met each other till his death.

He didn't wanted to have the same experience in this life. Only after being lonely did he understood the value of parents.

For now, he can only listen to the nagging of his mother while consecutively nodding his head.

* * *

'What do I do from now on?'

It was a question Ren was continuously asking himself. His mind was in a mess. It wasn't because of his mother's nagging but because of a sentence that was roaming in his mind.

'You will do well as a author!'

They are the words that Nakai sensei had told him and since then, he had thinking about those words.

Can he really be a author? Can he really write a good story? What are the chances of him succeeding? He can also fail, right.

Those were the thoughts that were roaming in his head. Although he had said that he will continue his career as a author if he get the second chance but he was not sure if he can really walk the path again.

You could say he was insecure. He was afraid of the failure. He didn't wanted to go through the same life again.

'But what can I do if not writing?'

He thought of his earlier conversation with his mother. His mother wished him to go to a university and get a office job but Ren knew he wasn't suitable for it.

He knew that he will not be able to survive in that kind of job. It also wasn't like he was just starting his high school.

He was already in his third year of high school. There wasn't much time left before he had to face society.

He can either go through what his mother said and regret or he he could go through his own path and live a life of no regrets.

It was really obvious what he should choose but he was slightly afraid. 

'The only thing I didn't regret.'

As he was thinking about that, he thought of his previous life. He had many regrets in that life but there was one thing he never regretted, it was choosing his life as a author.

He never regretted that he choosed to become a author until he died. 

While thinking about that, Ren stood up from his bed and opened his laptop.

It was a laptop which was only used by the previous owner to play games but it still had a writing software.

Ren opened the software and wrote the working title on it. 

'Genius.'

He had decided to write the same topic Nakai sensei had told him to but he didn't plan to just write the story based on his essay.

A essay and a novel is a fundamentally different thing. 

A essay consist of the author's own arguments and thoughts about a topic but a novel also have to connect to the readers.

He will have to change the story completely if he wanted his novel to connect with the readers.

'What do I write about?'

He wanted to write about something he can relate to. Genius was a topic that was closely related to his past life but adapting it into a novel is different.

'A story about a genius!'

A story than relates closely to his past life but can he really say that he was a genius.

Ren didn't knew the question to this answer. If he really was a genius, then he shouldn't have failed but he also can't deny that he was called a genius.

If he really believed that he was a genius, then he can't deny that geniuses can also fail.

His mind was in a web of thoughts but before he realised, his hands were already moving.

He was typing words very quickly and soon, he had wrote nearly 5000 words.

He looked at the time, it was already 12. It should have slept already but his mind was wide awake and he wanted to write currently.

'It was a nostalgic feeling.'

While writing, he felt the nostalgic feeling he used to feel in his previous life. He was writing after a long time but he felt like he was again alive.

'It is a good feeling.'

While thinking about that, Ren continued to write

Fame, wealth, prestige, genius, destruction, despair, loss and failure.

Those are the eight words which describes Ren's life completely.

He was hailed as a genius but his arrogance led him to despair. From a genius, he became a failure.

He was just struggling with his life when fate gave him a second chance.

Now, what will he do after he found himself waking up in another world.

　　After an unperceived amount of time, he woke up once again.

　　Yet again he felt disoriented, and a feeling of panic slowly started creeping up on him once more. However, this time, he quickly suppressed those feelings. He knew that once he let himself fall into panic, he would once again grow tired extremely quickly. He did not know why this was the case, but he could feel the tendrils of exhaustion slowly trying to get a hold of him already.

　　Even thinking such simple thoughts caused him to grow increasingly tired. He quickly tried to get what he knew in order before he succumbed to sleep once more.

　　He knew he had been on a tight schedule, finishing his software by double-checking the code so that he could send it to the company the next day. Being a programmer was hard at a time when AIs could write most of the code by themselves, and the only way to earn a living was to constantly come up with new, creative ways of using the coding language, to differentiate your software from those of the AIs.

　　Creativity was the only field in which AIs had not been able to surpass humans… yet.

　　He remembered being extremely exhausted and anxious while working, when he suddenly felt his heart beat at an irregular rhythm. He felt a sudden sharp pain start in his heart as it clenched tightly, then the unbearable pain shot up, through his spine, and he felt his consciousness start slipping away.

　　He felt death approach him.

　　He could not even make a sound.

　　The only thought in his head was, "Am I going to die? Just like this?"

　　He had not known his parents, for he was an orphan. With no relatives to speak of, and because of the immense societal pressure, he had had to start doing part time since very young. Due to always being preoccupied with putting food on the table and paying for his own education, he had extremely few and distant friends, and as for close friends, he had none. Of course, it was self-evident that he had never been in a relationship of any kind.

　　As his life up to that point had flashed before his eyes, he only found himself in school, university, and work, without any rest at any time. It was understandable why he would feel that life was unfair, trivial, and worthless. As though he had served no purpose, made no impact on anyone or anything.

　　The only feeling he had felt before his consciousness had left him, was indignation.

　　Just recalling what had happened previously had already taken up all of his mental strength. He could no longer keep himself conscious. As the bindings of fatigue fully coiled themselves around him, he once more slipped into a deep slumber.

　　When he next awakened, he no longer felt as disoriented as the previous two times.

　　He quickly got to sorting out his thoughts, for he knew that time was limited, and he had to figure out as much as he could before he succumbed once more to whatever was impairing his stamina so severely.

　　He tried to figure out what had happened that had caused him to suddenly undergo a near death experience.

　　After a while of deliberation, he came to the conclusion that he had most likely had a heart attack due to a lack of sleep, exhaustion due to over-working, and severe anxiety over many days. He suddenly felt concerned about whether he still had the job or not, whether they would still pay him for the software he had made or not, whether all the time and effort spent on programming for that software had been in vain or not…

　　No, he should not think in such a manner.

　　He knew that it was a miracle that he had survived, since he had not been able to make any sound to call for help, and almost no one knew where he lived, much less visited him. But after coming to this conclusion, he was even more puzzled.

　　Why couldn't he open his eyes? Why was he cramped in such a confined space? Why was being cramped for such a long time not uncomfortable? Why did the air he was breathing seem to be so viscous? Why did he have such a low amount of stamina? Why did he not feel any hunger at all?

　　Why?

　　He was far more confused now than before. Getting his thoughts in order had not helped at all. He also still had no idea for how to escape his current predicament. He was far too weak to be able to break through whatever was confining him. He did not know what the future held for him.

　　Was he crippled or disabled in some way due to the accident? How much would it cost to cover the medical fees once he was cured? Would he ever be fully cured?

　　No.

　　Stop.

　　He forcefully stopped himself from thinking.

　　He knew his thoughts were going in circles. Worrying would not do anything helpful in the current situation. He was powerless to do anything, and he had to accept it.

　　His ability to stop his thoughts from going awry was one of his strong suits. He had trained himself in meditation when he had started getting overwhelmed with work during high school, and that had come in very handy on a daily basis since he had been able to relax through it.

　　He let all thoughts fade away from his mind, as though uncovering a veil that he never knew was covering him.

　　Then he let that thought fade away as well.

　　He started progressively going deeper and deeper into nothingness as he let his perceptions slowly fade away layer by layer.

　　After a long, unperceived amount of time, he felt calmer than he had ever felt. Suddenly he felt as though there was a slow and steady warm current washing over him, the feeling was almost imperceptibly faint, but he had felt it. And the moment he noticed it, the slight amount of deviation of his focus caused the feeling to instantly disappear like a phantom.

　　As soon as that faint feeling disappeared, the fatigue struck him so strongly that he immediately lost consciousness.

==Author's Note==

　　Hello everyone, I'm Shaptarshi Joarder, but you can call me Jovian.

　　I hope everyone enjoyed the start of the story.

　　I'm planning on making this story a very long journey where everyone can follow alongside the MC as he lives his life filled with fun and adventure. This story, while it will still have the occasional dark scenes filled with intensity and intrigue, will most of the time strive to be something to help you relax. It is meant to be a lighthearted but very interesting and fun to read story.

　　This will be my first time writing a story, so I implore everyone to leave comments, both with things I've done right and (especially) with things I've done wrong, so that I can learn from my mistakes and grow.

　　Constructive criticisms are most appreciated.

　　That way the quality of the story will (hopefully) grow along with my ability as a writer.

　　P.S. I have very little programming background. I'm a Financial and Business Economics major, not someone who's part of any of the IT fields. All programing related aspects of the story will be written while taking massive creative liberties.

　　Now then, I wish for everyone to have an awesome day/night, and happy reading! :)

This is a story about the adventure and fun-filled life of the first magus in a world that only knew cultivation. Join his journey as you experience his joys, horrors, excitement, indignation, and triumphs. Watch him grow and change along with the people and places that he visits. This is a story about life in a world filled with fantasy and majesty. This is the story of the primus magus.

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Name: Bai Hua
Age: 21 (at start of the story), 84 (at end of her life)
Occupation: Main Character, Surviving Researcher
Specialities: Good and efficient work
Items: Gold pen drive
Skills: Coding

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Name: Liu Ling
Age: 24 (at start of the story), 87 (at end of his life)
Occupation: Male Lead, Member of Liu Family, Owner of Golden Start
Specialities: Good mindset when working, Not easily disturbed
Items: Token of Liu Family
Skills: Leadership, Business

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Name: Li Xue
Age: 27
Occupation: Cannon Fodder, Leader of Research Group
Specialities: Good at handling her coworkers
Items: -
Skills: Leadership, Coding

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Name: Qiao MeiLin
Age: 20
Occupation: Cannon Fodder, Ex-Mob Character, Young Miss of Qiao Family, 1st Year Comp.Sc. A Big University Student
Specialities: Sweet Voice
Items: Property of Qiao Family in China
Skills: Software making

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Name: Tong Ru
Age: -
Occupation: Maid of Qiao Young Miss
Specialities: -
Items: -
Skills: Cooking

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Name: Feng Hao
Age: 45
Occupation: Businessman, Qiao MeiLin's Uncle
Specialities: Business-minded, Descendent of politically influencing family
Items: Feng Enterprises
Skills: Money-making

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Name: Sheng Li
Age: 44
Occupation: Interior Designer, Feng Hao's wife, Qiao MeiLin's aunt
Specialities: Rare black hair-blue eyes combination
Items: Intricate Designers Company
Skills: Designing, Art

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Name: Zue Rong
Age: 19
Occupation: Qiao MeiLin's roommate, 2nd Year Chinese Literature A Big University Student
Specialities: Long Blonde Hair
Items: -
Skills: Novel writing

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Name: Qing Lan
Age: 20
Occupation: Qiao MeiLin's seatmate and classmate
Specialities: Peaceful and quiet
Items: -
Skills: Game Programmer

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Name: Feng Rui
Age: 23
Occupation: Feng Hao's son, Qiao MeiLin's cousin, Professor (Comp.Sc.) at A Big University
Specialities: Black hair and black eyes, Cold Demon King aura
Items: -
Skills: Money-making, Programming and Coding

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Zhong Yue, an addicted novel reader, died by a silly accident. She fell off her bed. Opening her eyes and finding herself in a white room, she realised that she was chosen. But why? She had yet to know. Will she find as she travels through the worlds? Or will she discover another life?

- Cover is picked up from Pinterest. And then edited by me.-

Hey everyone, this is a small post I am making to tell you all a little bit about myself, along with the announcement and my reasons for going premium.
I've looked around Webnovel, and I saw a lot of authors listing their IRL reasons for needing money, and hence going premium.
So, I thought I would do the same. I have a great family, and a great relationship, but that is it.
I've been struggling with depression for the past 4 years.
I used to wake up everyday feeling empty. Hollow.
I felt like my life didn't have a purpose.
My family and boyfriend tried everything they could to help me, but this was something I had to deal with by myself.
I racked my brain day in and day out in an attempt to figure out what I wanted to do with my life.
Every day was a struggle.
It still is.
Writing is something I'm really passionate about, and it makes me feel alive and just…happy.
Right now, I work full time.
Unfortunately, my boss is nothing like Will, and he does everything he can to make my work life miserable.
I also work on a software company me and my boyfriend set up together, which is a passion project that has been in the works for a long time.
It is still in its early stages, so we don't get any revenue from it.
The thing I am most thankful in this life is the amazing luck I've had in finding my soulmate at a very early age.
We've been together 6 years(we were best friends since childhood), and we feel it is time to take the next step.
However, we really need money to settle down.
What all of you might never have guessed is that he's also a writer on Webnovel(I'm not gonna tell who it is, but he is famous ^^), and although both of us are strapped for time, we get the writing done.
If Webnovel turns out to be a viable income source, it would really help us to have the biggest event of our lives sooner, and I might also be able to leave my job to work more on the company and have more time for writing.
I wasn't even considering putting down the story in my head into a book, but along came Webnovel. I was also really encouraged by my boyfriend, and we actually write this book together now.
Now that I think about it, it's something that has brought us closer together as a couple.
Regardless, obtaining money from this hobby and driving myself to push and be better is something that I am really looking forward to, and something that I hope will help me realize our dreams sooner.
I hope everyone supports me in this move, and stays with Liz, Will, and Luke. I still have a LOT to tell about their tale.
PS. As those who might have read my comment on the previous chapter will know, the original plan was to go premium at Chapter 100. Due to a miscommunication, I no longer have the ability to post normal chapters. I've intimated Webnovel, but there has been no response for 24 hours(apparently, they are all busy with their annual gala). Well, I'm just taking it as a sign from the heavens and moving forward ;)

Liz didn't know what she was getting into when she accepted a job offer to work as the personal assistant of the acclaimed coldest CEO in New York. Born in one of the richest families in the world, her employer was rumored to be more machine than man, with many resigning before her because they couldn’t handle the work atmosphere.

The money was good, and she could stay with her family instead of leaving a step-brother who was still a kid and an irresponsible mother alone.

It was only later that she realized that the word ‘cold’ wasn’t enough to describe this man who, without her knowledge, led a life which was not as perfect as others imagined.

Find out what happens when a fiery love meets a frigid heart that has been frozen for decades.

This is a story of emotions, family, and friendship.

Disclaimer:
All Characters, places, event, depicted in the novel are entirely fictitious, any similarity to the actual events or persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

Release Schedule: 14 Regular Chapters per week(700-900 words each)

Weekly Powerstone Bonus Chapter Goals:

Top 15: 5 Bonus Chapters

Top 10: 10 Bonus Chapters

Chatnoir running off with ladybug to the rooftop and Ladybug had asked whats with his extra powers, Chatnoir had nothing to say but "I don't know what this is but I can say it makes me feel powerful enough to protect you". Chatnoir knew whom it came from and wouldn't want to tell Ladybug of her identity yet after the last meeting. Ladybug hearing her beeping but looked at Chatnoir's ring as his isn't beeping, "Even your miraculous doesn't have a time limit, we gotta talk about this next time Chat" Ladybug leaving off and going to her master for assistance. Chatnoir going home and in his room, he was tired and said the words to his Miraculous, and the strange magic had come from a necklace that appeared on his neck. he looked at the necklace and went up to his bed and found a box under his pillow, it was purple and had a note in it;
         Chatnoir, sorry for the sudden magic occurrence but I thought you may need it in your situation but I'm going to need it back so meet me tonight at the usual.            from Violet 

Chatnoir had waited and came with the necklace on the rooftop, I looked at Chatnoir "hey chat" he was confused at first looked at Viola with her hero suit on and asked the question "So what is this then if it's not your miraculous. I told him "It is! just wait" she stuck her hand out and the set-piece had turned into mist and went into the suit of the owner. Chatnoir found the whole thing cool, "that's awesome but does it have an effect?" I nodded that it doesn't and said: "only the fact that it cuts my power". Chatnoir was happy "That makes sense, can I have that power often, " I told him "No" he kept on begging but my answer doesn't change and he let it off. 
"I only will help if I find you in deep danger and it won't be easy for me to assist you, I'm not offered to help you all the time, I'm your back up okay." 
Chatnoir understood it and had just wanted to watch the skies with Viola. Viola felt so relaxed and asked "So tell how was the experience and don't leave a single detail out" 
Chatnoir looked at her "Whaa! so I'm basically your experiment" Viola Nodded and Chatnoir took the time explaining everything. After two hours of explaining Chatnoir was exhausted and fell on the floor, he knew that he found out a new side of Viola and felt happy about it and scared. Viola left Chatnoir behind for a few seconds and came back with warm drinks and snacks, Viola lent it to Chatnoir-
"Here this is your reward for helping me, your reward will upgrade depending on your progress or achievements" it was a bunch of snacks for Chatnoir. Viola left right after giving him his snacks and he was buried within it. Chatnoir wanted to say something but couldn't and would just keep it to himself until the time, Chatnoir really enjoyed the snacks it was everything he liked. 
   I came back home and breathing heavily on the ground of the slow effects of the charm, it had also drained one-third of my energy after finished transformation although it had been a success. My kwami had worried for me but congratulated me on my success in progress. I had breath and rested myself for a couple of seconds and went into a secret room and started the transformation of the jewel of my necklace and it was a hard improvement and Chatnoir hadn't seen or received Viola's help and well as seen Scarlette at school often. Scarlette had been called in sick for a month, finally the time she came to school she didn't look alright even with her act. Nathaniel and Marc had looked at me with worry and had heard me with an earpiece but I told them I was okay and there are no problems with me and school. and I'd still kept up with helping the story project with the guys and ideas with the help of technology. I was happy with my progress with my secret project, I wanted to tell the guys but they don't know anything about technology much and this might well interfere with their story writing so I still kept it a secret with the guys. Throughout the next few months of going to school again, I had balanced out my time as much as I could and finally had a finished product. the next day I was different and looked all different, Everything I wore had been pre-made by myself. My clothes had secret compartments and my side bag had many science tools and my glasses were made of many software as well as a new improvement in my note-book, basically, I'm like the nerd on the block for the new invention behind the scenes. My friends were the first to discover of my hobby and test out my work, they liked it a lot, and had gotten addicted to it with the new software on the drawing tablet and new way of writing stories. I had thought about being an engineer in the future but I enjoyed dancing more than the serious work of my side-job. Although that's why my parents hated me because I didn't wish to walk on the life of technology, I had danced so much to become pro. The guys really wished to help me on these projects and I would say "If I need your help I'll ask you then" they weren't happy about my reply but always try their best to repay my assistance for them. To me they were also like best-friends and siblings all together in my life, they always would visit me in the club-house to see my inventions and have to test it and comment about what they would add to it. I would have guessed they secretly researched more on technology and have gotten used to my talk on smart tech talk. They would also tell me the new invention on the block, slowly I would have a lab set-up. soon after two months of work I had finally called for a meeting with Chatnoir and had to meet up with him soon. As I have gone out as Viola my invention had pieces of my miraculous everywhere like in my phone, in my hair, on my wrist and few more places, as long as I had one piece the other pieces would a-join secretly and transformed me. I had discovered my miraculous cannot be broken as long as I'm around but this experiment should only be a secret. I met up with Chatnoir and had given him a replication of the necklace from last time and told him to destroy it as much as he can. He wouldn't destroy it until I told him it was "full of madness and fear" a butterfly was around and Chatnoir had destroyed but the butterfly hadn't disappeared yet so Chatnoir used his special power and the necklace was gone and the butterfly had gone away. Chatnoir looked at me and apologized I told him "no, don't be" I squat down to the ashes and touched it and the ashes disappeared-

A girl who is anti-social receives a miraculous and was not interested at first until all later heard about these two superheroes and sooner or later she herself is a superhero Viola. Both her and her kwami know almost nothing about the powers the miraculous holds. So not only is that anonymous but she'll have to choose her own fate in the battle to come.

She could not believe for that man she had gone out of her comfort zone. She has connected all the dots and what lead to his outburst. He has blamed her for something she never did. He has misunderstood her.
What hurt her most was his one-sided conclusion and what he did to hurt her.
She stood up with determination and went back to her bedroom. She took out paper and ink and started to pen down her side of the story. She has grasped the problem and was now writing it down.
After she was done writing her emotions in ink she set it aside and made her way to the bathroom. Discarding the sheet she stepped in and then went for a shower. Turning on the knob she felt the water droplets hit her body. She was trying to hold back the tears that wanted to roll down her cheeks.
In the end, she lost this battle and ended up crying buckets. This time it was not those loud sobs but silent tears that indicated her acknowledgment. Her mind has already accepted his betrayal but her heart was still in denial. But she could not and would not live in delusion. In the end, her pitiful heart, too, has admitted defeat. So these tears that kept flowing were her testimony. It proves that she knows the difference between reality and dream.
This was real.
His infidelity is real. His spiteful words are real. His vicious nature is real.
Her pain is real. Her tears are real.
She has not accepted his behavior and she never would. But she was done with him.
She did nothing, just stood under the falling water and let it slide over her body wishing to let it take the pain away. She was numb, for she does not know how much time went by when she finally turned the knob off.  Her fingers were pruned and she actually felt herself shiver. She might catch a cold but then she did not care.
She put on something comfortable, not giving a care about how she looks or did the color match. Right now her priority was to get out and board that plane. She wanted to leave everything behind. She took the letter and then the video, it was her proof. Opening up her laptop she did some final editing. It will be a one-time watch and then it will get destroyed. She was a software developer, doing this tiny thing was not a big deal for her. Putting the letter in an envelope along with the pen drive she made her way to the dining room.
The sun was up and she has some hours on her hand. She stood there in the hall looking at the things around her. She felt the memories come back from the time they had spent here. She felt the sting of tears and blinked rapidly to make them go away. She will not cry. To make it stop she only had one thing in mind. She looked in the corner, their stuff, were packed and labeled. They would have moved to their house but now there won't be any moving.
There is no 'us' anymore.
Going through the boxes, that she meticulously packed, was a breeze. In no time, she has selected her things and separated them. Doing one last check of her suitcases she left her house. She knew, that sometime today, he will come here. She wanted to make sure that he got a last glance at what he had destroyed. She had not taken down anything and the decorations still adorned the wall.
This would be her last gift to him.
She rang the doorbell and waited for her neighbor to come. The door was opened and she did not hesitate to throw herself in her arms. Right now, she needed her best friend.


Shirley was in a dilemma, she has two options, first, to trust her gut feelings or second, to wait it out.

Her instincts have never betrayed her but if she followed them this time, she was sure of her defeat. She can’t live in doubt. That is not how she lives her life. She gives her all or nothing. She has given her everything to this relationship. She has turned her back on rumors. And now, all of it has come to this point. It's now or never, she has never regretted a single thing in her life and she sure not was starting with this. So she took a deep breath and took the plunge.

Aaron was drowning in a sea of despair. He had declared her guilty in his own warped sense of justice by jumping to the conclusion. What he had thought of her betrayal turned out to be his misunderstanding. But what could be done now? She was gone, left without a trace.

How could he ever ask for forgiveness, nonetheless, a second chance when she is not here? Even if she was here does he deserve her forgiveness?

In the end, it was he who had abandoned her without giving it a second thought.

What will happen when destiny gives him a second chance? Will he be able to grasp it with both hands or let it slip like sand between his clenched fists?

Or there will be someone else who would whisk her away?

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