"Niall...?" She whispered he watched the shape of her mouth as she spoke his name.
"Yeah?" His shaky voice came out, it was too late, and he couldn't take it back.
She pulled her bottom lip in her mouth and bit down, all he could was stare. "Do you believe in fate?"
"What?" He asked, almost shaken up at the question.
"Things happening for a reason? Circumstance meets luck, meets timing? Do you?"
She raised her eyebrow, drawing in a sharp breath."Maybe, yeah, I do."
"Oh...I think I do too. I'm starting to." She said meekly flushing pink. "I guess we all should, right?"
"Suppose so..." he said softly.
For more than half her life Amelia knew one thing: she had to hide who she really was. Teased, tormented and mocked for something she couldn't help but be. A mutant. She couldn't tell anyone and had to live in utter secrecy. With a father who couldn't careless whether she was dead or alive, she knew she didn't belong here. But someone thought she did and it made all the difference.