Be mine, Again ?

Chapter 1: It's you...

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Many events happen in a lifetime. It can go from a tragic death to a beautiful beginning, a flourishing friendship to a dangerous hatred. All of that because we, humans, can feel thousands of emotions at a time.

In fact, y/n had met a special someone that made her feel so much. He was her joy, her love, her sun. But as she grew closer to it, her wings that were once pure and delicate burned down, letting her fall into the real world.

No souls had warned her about how a first love could hurt. How deep that wound would be not only in her flesh but in her heart.

Unfortunately for her, she'll have to meet the same man for an intriguing mystery. If only she had met a different person that day...

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A few months before...

The sun was shyly rising, the chirping birds joining it. It was way too early in the morning for many people, making the streets that were usually busy, almost empty.

Despite the desert state of it, two girls managed to bump into each other.

"Enola !"

The two ladies had fallen due to the force of the impact, paper sheets flying everywhere.

"Excuse me, I wasn't looking." The said Enola apologized, a thick English accent enveloping the words.

"Oh don't worry, I wasn't either."

The latter had quickly gotten up, offering a hand to the younger girl before hurriedly picking up the fallen papers on the floor.

"Would you mind helping me collect them?" Asked the woman, offering a shy embarrassed smile to Enola.

"Of course !" She exclaimed, crouching down to help.

By the time they had finished, an older woman had joined them, looking rather worried about the situation.

"You're not from here, are you ?" Enola had asked, noticing an unfamiliarity in her tone.

"No, I've moved here recently from France, for a new-"

"Enola! Excuse my daughter-" The woman from earlier said, interrupting the small talk.

"No need for it. I was the same when I was her age."

The woman knew how a mother could be stressed over a child. In the society they lived, you could just meet the wrong person and your whole life would be transformed into an abominable nightmare.

They had conversed a bit more, politely presenting themselves, before starting a small discussion about how having a child could be stressful. Let's be honest, Enola wasn't a turbulent girl but she had a moment. The time passed quickly as the small group discussed everything and nothing.

Now that the surprise of the moment had passed in the young girl system, Enola took a more careful look at the woman she had collided with. She was gracefully dressed with a dark green simple gown that complimented her skin tone.

Her hair was done meticulously, keeping much of her hair out of her face. Taking a look at the paper sheets that had provoked their small interaction, she noticed how there wasn't any word on them; instead, they were music notes.

"You play music ?!" Interrupted Enola. Her reaction had been instant, making her two brown eyes illuminate with curiosity and admiration.

"Yes, I do. For an actually long time if I'm honest. I have been passionate about it since my first lessons and I guess that it stuck with me."