We have made it this far ,guys keep reading and sharing. My power rankings went down to 0 buh I'm not giving up I'll keep writing so it will get to larger audience.šš
I recommend listening to 0801 by stray kids karma album.
It's my motivation song.i'm sure u guys will like it.
Moving on...
______
Lucien leaned back slightly, his fingers brushing the edge of the black card without touching it. His dark eyes met hers, calm but intense.
"You know," he said slowly, his voice low, measured, "sometimes life arranges things in ways we don't understand. Roads cross, paths convergeā¦ and then, suddenly, the pieces fall where they are meant to be."
Mia frowned, uncertainty twisting in her chest. "Iā¦ I don't understand."
He allowed a faint, almost imperceptible smile. "Of course you don't. Not yet." He gestured lightly toward the card, the apartment, the bills, all the small, impossible conveniences. "You think this is help for the sake of help. But it's more than that."
Her breath caught. Something in the way he said itā¦ a warmth under the coldness, a hint of recognition she couldn't place.
"Because," he continued, leaning forward just slightly, "sometimes the world notices things before we do. Sometimes it makes arrangementsā¦ because two lives are stronger than one, even when neither knows it yet."
Mia's fingers tightened around the card. Memories flickered unbidden ā the screeching tires, Mina's laugh, his arm shielding her child. Her heart skipped.
"You don't know it," he said softly, almost a whisper, "but some connectionsā¦ they don't break. They wait. And when the time comes, they find a way."
Mia swallowed, the words pressing into her like a truth she almost recognized but couldn't fully place. She looked up at him, searching his face, her pulse racing. Was he talking aboutā¦ her? About that day?
Lucien's gaze lingered, steady, unflinching. "So, when you wonder why things fall into place, why doors open before you even knockā¦ perhaps it's not chance at all. Perhaps it's something stronger. Something we've always had, even if we didn't know it."
Mia's lips parted slightly. She couldn't speak. Her mind spun with the memory of the accident, the black card, the apartment, the bills ā all of it aligning like the pieces of a puzzle she didn't yet understand.
And in that moment, she realized: he wasn't just helping her because she was helpless. He was helping her becauseā¦ because of her.
Mia looked up, eyes wide, searching his face for answers she wasn't sure she was ready to hear. "Youā¦ you've been doing all thisā¦ for me?"
His eyes softened, but the intensity never faded. "Not for you, not just for you. For the moment that matters, the life that could have been lost. For the connection thatā¦ you don't yet understand."
Mia's lips parted, a tremor of realization passing through her. This wasn't charity. This wasn't coincidence. This was him. And in the quiet, unspoken way he moved through her life, she felt the pull of something undeniable ā something waiting for her to recognize it.
Lucien finally reached for the card, sliding it toward her with a careful, almost reverent gesture. "It belongs with you," he said softly, "but not because you're helpless. Becauseā¦ we're bound to the moments that define us, whether we remember them or not."
Her hand hovered over it, caught between the fear of surrendering and the pull of trust. And in that pause, the room seemed to shrink, the air charged with the weight of unspoken truths ā of a past that had nearly been lost, and a present that was quietly, irrevocably entwined.
Mia's fingers closed around the black card, the edges cool against her skin. She felt a strange mix of defiance and curiosity ā defiance that she didn't need help, curiosity about the man who had orchestrated so much of her life without her knowledge.
Lucien watched her, his expression unreadable, yet something in his dark eyes hinted at interest, something restrained yet personal. He didn't reach out, didn't correct her ā he simply observed, as if letting her make the first move was part of whatever plan he had in motion.
"I'llā¦ keep it safe," Mia said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her chest. She turned to leave, feeling the weight of the office press against her, the sleek glass walls reflecting a version of herself she barely recognized: cautious, wary, and suddenly exposed.
Lucien's gaze followed her, a quiet intensity that lingered even as she walked toward the door. "Mia," he said softly, and she froze, hand on the handle.
She looked back. "Yes?"
"You don't need to be afraid," he said, voice calm, almost soothing, but with an undercurrent of authority. "Not of me. Not of the choices you didn't makeā¦ and not of the ones you will."
Her pulse quickened. The words hit her harder than she expected. There was a memory there, something embedded in the rhythm of his speech, in the certainty of the way he looked at her ā the same certainty that had saved Mina just a week ago, and five years before in the blur of flames and smoke.
Mia nodded slightly, gripping the card tighter. "Iā¦ I understand," she whispered, though she wasn't sure she did.
Lucien's lips twitched, a ghost of a smile. "Good. Keep it. But remember ā everything you see, everything you experienceā¦ it's not random. Not here. Not anymore."
She stepped into the hallway, heart pounding, and felt the office door close softly behind her. The air outside felt colder, sharper, yet somehow lighter. She walked back through the lobby, past the receptionist who gave her a raised eyebrow and no greeting, her mind racing with questions she didn't yet have answers to.
Outside, the city was still bustling, indifferent to the tension that had filled the office. Mia's steps were quicker now, a mixture of relief and uncertainty carrying her forward. The black card in her pocket was more than just a piece of plastic ā it was a key, a tether to a man who had saved her daughter, orchestrated her life, and remained an enigma she couldn't ignore.
And as she hailed her Uber, her fingers curling around the card, she realized the truth of what Lucien had said: nothing about this was random. Not the apartment, not the bills, not the timing of her return to City X.
Everything was leading somewhere ā and for the first time, Mia didn't know if she was ready for where that was.
______
āØ Word of Reminder āØ
Life has a way of arranging itself in ways we don't always understand. Sometimes, doors open, paths cross, and help comes from the most unexpected places ā even when we feel we don't need it.
Mia's week in City X reminds us: not every hand extended is about our weakness; sometimes it's about the connection we didn't know we had.
So, pause. Reflect. Look closely at the choices in front of you. The right decision isn't always the easiest ā but it's the one that leads you closer to who you're meant to be.
š« Keep your eyes open, trust your instincts, and never underestimate the power of timing and connection.
Inspired by mia
_______
This part isn't what I wrote originally buh I decided to change it ,it might be boring buh I hope it gets to people who needs to hear this.š.
it was rushed I'll redit it. Forgive me š
_moving on...see yah till I upload another chapter.