Fate Again

Prologue

He was acclimated to giving birth to new characters, after all that was the only decisive way he found to make a living. Sporadically he found himself between very the thin line which existed between reality and fiction while he practically made use of his characters, giving life to them while harboring his past behind him. What he was did not matter as what he made of himself mattered today, what he had once dream about didn't exist as his characters which were running to a safe haven from the cruelty the tyrannical circumstances had astutely trapped them existed.

The sounds of the keys underneath his long fingers made him restless as the man who was sweating and fearing for the love of his life. The image was as vivid in his mind and as sharply defined in front of his eyes which once in a while would glance up to catch a few signs of being in reality so as not to be encased in his own created world of trepidation and mystery.

His own mind began to race with the one in his parallel world of fiction; in the meantime words began to form to express the frustrated feelings. He was soon enveloped by the cover of his constructed world when he heard the faint sound of his doorbell. But all he knew was he was far, far from his identity, far from himself, and far from reality.

However he recovered instantly when he heard the petulant 'Ding Dong' of his doorbell and jerked slightly. Sighing at his start of his day after some refreshing yet terrifying writing he strode in his living room towards the door to greet the person behind it with only his sweat pants and a bare toned torso.

"Good morning…. Lady" He added the last part as the person he acknowledged eyed him under her lashes.

"Good … evening Sir. A packet for you" She said with a smile which spoke of the appreciation for the guy in front of her, while handing him the packet.

He plucked the packet from her hands effortlessly after signing the paper she provided him.

"Well, my bad I didn't realise it was soon going to be night." He said with expertness which was already in his blood. Thanking the lady he winked at her, before closing the door with the back of his foot as he peeked inside the box. Curiosity had always got its best way to his mind, and to this extent it was shooting through his body and brain vigorously, and as far as he knew only his agent kept contact with him, having no one else besides a few acquaintances in Miami. But then Miami was never on his mind since the day he had stepped his foot in New York.

Opening the box he retrieved from it, a basket with those fancy minted chocolates and a bottle of white wine. The basket however was very dainty, apparently announcing joy as he observed while he rummaged through it.

An envelope fell from the basket with a few white petals. Brushing the petals off, he picked the enveloped on which was written.

"To the successful novelist Jared Hawke" which was evidently cut out

Then beneath it was written in a quick handwriting:

"To my best friend Jay Hawke"

Feeling ecstasy coursing through his veins he opened the envelope and took out a card which had a long golden colored satin ribbon which had the card closed. Fingering it, he wondered if he should open it, taking it as fate to draw him to his best friend again. Debating for a moment he finally succeeded to open it. Stunned was the perfect word to describe his expression, though he couldn't see it.

In big bold and curvy letters wrote:

"You are cordially invited to attend the wedding of Flynn Hennessey, Son of Lisa Hennessey Dougherty and Charles Dougherty to the beautiful Malory Taylor, Daughter of Elisabeth and Nicholas Taylor"

His eyes were stuck on those three lines which evidently spoke about his recklessness and his long term absence. Raising from his spot on his couch which he failed to recognize when he had fallen onto, he wandered to the big window from where the sunset was in full view and the only thought that came to his mind was 'Damn, fate again. I guess'

OOOOOOOOOOOOOO

While some people were relishing the fact that they were between the thin line of reality and fiction, she fought with high spirits to stay between the very thin line of living and dead. As the blood continued to flow from her gloved fingers, she restrained herself to break down while breathing in steady breaths. Steadying her hand she wiped the blood which was pouring out of the little body of the faultless nine-year old girl who happened to be in front of the car which also happened to be handled by some irresponsible drunken citizen.

The gash on her forehead was not so severe but her blood war evidently pouring out of her body. Once the blood had stopped, she steadied her hand to go through the stitches. Despite having her competent colleagues with her in the room, she felt the needy one to fight for the life of the free from moral wrong child.

After all she went through such a finicky phase and had almost lost herself in the process of wandering in the world of the dead. Finishing her meticulous stitches, on the forehead of the unconscious child, she glanced over her shoulder to see everyone dispersing from the room and approaching the girl with light steps she wearily rested her hand on the cheek of the little girl while praying covertly for her welfare.

One would say she was a soft-spoken woman who held no grudges for anyone, but not the one who knew well enough. A soft-spoken one she certainly was and also one who kept healthy grudges as commendable as a child who was not pleased.

Once she moved out of the operation theatre, she went in her own cabin to check the progress of her other patients. As she removed her bloodied gloves and washed her hands she glanced at the blue uniform she wore. It was definitely not attractive but it most definitely kept hovering males away from her. At least that was what she thought. Little did she know she had already captivated numerous hearts with only the smile she wore on her face, and then remembering the wedding her heart did little flip-flops, settling jittery feelings all over her.

As she changed her clothes into the one she came in, she let out an audible sign at the thought of the whole marriage process. One thing for sure was that she was going to be whining and be irritated during the whole ordeal but she was going to enjoy it.

Bouncing her head up and down she went in her cabin to retrieve her purse to be ambushed by her friend who was giggling like mad.

"What's up" She asked warily.

"Nothing just a little bit too cheery today" Her friend replied. But she didn't listen to her.

"Okay, now this is creepy. Damn creepy!" She exclaimed.

"Maybe something happened. But it isn't going to matter. What matters is that the wedding is near and there's lot of things to do a-"

"Tell me" She said those words with an authoritative tone. Those two words were enough to make her friend spill the beans.

"They invited him for the wedding"

She was literally gaping. For one second her friend feared for the worst but was kind of relieved and also disappointed when she turned and sat on her chair for support muttering the few words after some moment had lapsed.

"Fate again, I guess I don't have a choice then"

Her friend looked skeptically at her who glanced at her, mirroring her own expression.