chapter forty (continued)

Life is unfair— it is not fair.

And it is not our fault. We have no say in our own lives. We are practically living a fairy tale someone else wrote.

Faye Donovan did not choose her life. And she was given a fate so tragic that it brings tears into my brown eyes. She was only a child, living in the 1800's with loving parents and a sister, the age of six. However, she had no idea she was made for greater things; greater things that would propel her into destruction. She had no idea of her fate.

Fate is like a child born into a wealthy home, getting to enjoy privileges and never once feeling the cruelty of the world till death takes them away. Fate is like a child born into a poor, merchant home, never to live a life that is handed to him on a silver platter. Fate is like a child born into sicknesses and diseases, and has no choice but to endure the consequences till he or she is taken away by that same sickness at a young age, and that child will never get to experience the magical and b