Sam Miller watched as his best friend eyeballed a young woman with black hair and blue eyes. Sam knew that Steve had been ogling her for a month now, but decided against saying anything to him about her identity. If asked, Sam wouldn’t deny the fact that he had once met the fate and her sisters, nor would he deny that he ignored their warning hours before Benjamin’s death. Despite how forthcoming he’d be with all that, he knew better than to simply tell his friend that he knew the girl sitting on a bar stool, or that he was aware she was people watching. It’s never good to interact with the Moirai.511Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxYqRMmWU91
Steve occupied a booth near the beer tap, from which he watched the silk and black-leather clad woman with dark hair. The young soldier didn’t know why he found her so captivating, but he knew that instead of just staring it would be better to actually try talking. However, his gut told him to wait. He did so for weeks until the woman noticeably looked at him; when she did, a shocking multitude of emotions flickered in the back of her stormy blue eyes. What awed him the most was the grace of her rushed strides when she raced out of his sight and into the center of the pulsing club. There, he lost sight of her and she slipped unnoticed by him out the door.
Zaida rushed to her sisters after making first contact with her fate; it wasn’t his name or status that caused her to flee, but the way his thread of the near-future tangled, knotted, stretched, and ripped. As soon as she looked into the eyes of the tall blond man her mind was bombarded with deceit, and the thickness of death smothered her mind. She knew that she needed to find a way to try and warn him without getting closer emotionally; if she failed in keeping her distance, she knew the visions would fade. So when she arrived at her apartment, she took off the necklace around her neck, got a piece of paper and began writing.
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