That night when I let myself go, that one act of abandon as I searched for an escape from my heart, drew the threads of our fates tight.
What seemed like a casual beginning was, in fact, the result of so much that was destined.
"I once thought we were just two reckless strangers who happened to pass each other by. I also thought our meeting might have been a joke played by the Old Man Under the Moon. I even thought I didn't love him...
If it was all really just a joke, then life would be so... clear. That moment of impulse became today's one-sided love, like falling blossoms drifting over a heedless stream. I can only say I brought this on myself... I deserve it."
Wiping away her tears, Ruoting finished writing those two diary entries, gently closed the book, and locked it away, determined never to open it again. Not because she believed she could seal away memories painful enough to break her heart for a lifetime, or even ten, but because she wanted to remind herself that these memories no longer meant anything, and she must not revisit them.
Love sometimes begins simply, even absurdly. But once two people are together, how do they hold on to each other...? Is fate truly decided by Heaven, or made by people themselves...?
