A Beautiful Fate by Unknown Read Free Book Online

“I don’t understand.”
    She took my hand and put a red thread in it. The same type of red thread my grandfather had showed me right before he died. The thread was pretty, delicate and weirdly strange. Hues of red colors swirled throughout it. I looked up at Maya confused. Certainly, she did not want me to cut it.
    “Pull,” she said, nodding her head in an attempt to encourage me to pull the thread. I held the thread in my hand and after a moment’s hesitation, I pulled and I watched as the thread began to stretch. I continued to stretch the thin thread and as I did, her face became less tired and she was no longer struggling for breath. The dials on the clock turned rapidly as I pulled and she smiled at me and touched my face softly.
    “You are not like the rest, Ava Moirai; you are capable of good.” She kissed both of my cheeks and I awoke with the blink of an eye.
    Getting out of bed, I was confused and decided to head towards the kitchen for some coffee. Just as I closed my door, Ari’s opened...but it was not Ari coming out from his room. It was the girl that I had seen him with the night before.
    “Oh, hi, you startled me,” she said politely, in a British accent.
    I gave her a smile as I peered into Ari’s room. I couldn’t help myself. I saw that his room was a mirror image of mine. His bed and mine shared the same paper-thin wall. His bed was messy and full of big, puffy white blankets and pillows. I felt a pang of jealously when I imagined this gorgeous girl tangled up in the blankets with him all night long. Then I spied Ari, sound asleep in his chair, his feet propped up on the ottoman and his long legs stretched out in front of him. He was wearing the same clothes he had had on the night before. I let out a sigh of relief, then immediately felt stupid and presumptuous for even caring.
    “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” I said to the girl. “I was just on my way to get some coffee.”
    “Coffee sounds great,” she replied as if I were inviting her to come with me.
    We padded down the hall to the kitchen and she took a seat at one of the little tables while I made a pot of coffee. I placed a steaming mug in front of her, put another down across from the first for myself and then sat.
    “I’m Julia,” she said sweetly.
    “Ava,” I said introducing myself.
    “Yeah, I know,” she smiled, “Rory has told me about you.”
    “All good, I hope,” I said in a lame attempt of keeping up small talk.
    “Yes, of course, all good,” Julia laughed, even though my comment truly had not been at all funny. I felt grouchy, but then realized Julia had had nothing to do with my present mood. I tried harder to join her in conversation.
    “Do you live here in the dorms?”
    She shook her head, “I used to. I actually used to live in your room. I moved out last spring.”
    Oh, that Julia , I thought. I remembered that Emily had mentioned her.
    “I just came up here last night for the party.”
    “Oh, I didn’t see you,” I lied. I shouldn’t have lied. Why did I lie? What difference did it make if I had seen her or not?
    “Well, that’s because I was holed up in Ari’s room.”
    Ugh, please don’t give me any details.
    “He’s my ex-boyfriend. I was trying to win him back last night I guess.”
    “Did it work?” I asked in a friendly tone, but deep down inside I was really hoping she had not succeeded.
    “No,” she answered sadly. “He kept trying to drive me home last night and I kept talking about us. Finally he told me point blank that there is no “us” anymore. He said there’s nothing I can do bring us back together.” Julia’s voice broke a little as she repeated Ari’s words. I felt sorry for her. I’m sure the conversation must have hurt.
    “I’m sorry. If it makes you feel better, my boyfriend broke up with me the day before I moved here.”
    Julia smiled up at me. “Guys are such bastards.”
    “Yes, they can be.” I agreed, thinking back to Michael. The day