💋⟩ Rewrite the ending and Change The fate ⟨💋 (Hiatus)

💋⟩ Chapter 1 ⟨💋

"We were born to die"

- Born to die by Lana del rey

The sound of someone calling, caught Lunara's attention immediately. She stopped walking, pausing her movements, including the sound of her heels clacking on the pavement.

She stood in the middle of the sidewalk, patting down her clothes. Trying to feel her phone, until her fingers felt the casing of her phone.

Taking the phone out of the pockets of her high waisted cargo mid pencil skirt. She took a look on the screen, wanting to know who called her, but she saw it was only her father's contact number, which made the corner of her lips tug up.

Smiling, she answered the call and immediately, she was greeted by the joyful voice of her father. "Hi, dad." She chuckled.

Putting the phone near her ear, she started to walk. The sound of her heels clacking together with the pavement underneath her, following her in every step.

Lunara let out a hum, when her father asked her where she was. "Just walking down the sidewalk, no worries." She responded, her eyes glancing at the bustling streets with vehicles, before focusing back in front of her, just in time to avoid bumping at a couple passing by her.

She then took a turn, standing at the beginning of the crosswalk, with a few people. Some are behind her while a few are beside her.

Focusing back on her phone again, she sighed when her father told her to be careful. "I know, I know. You know, I'm no longer a child, anymore, right? I'm 24 years old! A full blown adult!" She replied, but the last part was full of hidden pride.

Tucking a hair behind her ear, she sighed. "Alright... I'll try to be careful. You don't have to worry, dad." She murmured, Smiling warily, before she bid goodbye to her father, ending the call, and letting out a sigh through her nose.

She pocketed her phone back in her pocket, before gazing forward. Watching a few cars drive past, while waiting to cross.

Her eyelids felt heavy, her body aching with fatigue. With a sigh, she reached for the familiar weight of the silver heart around her neck, The cool metal a small counterpoint to the wariness that dragged at her bones. Her fingers traced the chain, a mindless rhythm against the dull of exhaustion.

But, unfortunately, while mindlessly fiddling with her mother's necklace. She was snapped back to reality when the woman beside her gasped. Confused, she turned her head towards where the woman was looking.

In the middle of the road, a boy, no older than six, was chasing after a red ball. His mother was shouting for his name, but the boy's focus was solemnly on the ball. Despite his mother's shouts, he didn't notice a truck heading towards him.

The boy finally got the ball, but when he lifted his gaze. He was met with a monstrous grille of an upcoming truck. Death was imminent. That is, until, he felt someone pushing him out of the way.

She didn't know what got into her. Everything was blurred, but she pushed him. Instead of the boy, she took the full force of the impact.

A sickening crunch of metal and bone. Silence descended, broken only by the ragged breaths from the boy, who scrambled to his feet, eyes wide with horror.

The truck sputtered to a halt, its engine screeching to a stop. Twisted metal groaned under the weight of the vehicle. Dust motes danced in the air, settling on her motionless body.

The impact stole her breath, a crushing wave of pain that washed over her. Regret, sharp and sudden, pierced the haze of agony. Had she been fast enough? Could she have done more? The boy- he was safe. That was all that mattered, even as the darkness crept in, claiming the edges of her consciousness.

Then a flash of memory- her father's weathered hands, his kind eyes, his gentle smile. The regret, already a sharp knife twisting in her gut, became a red hot brand. She'd saved a boy, but at what cost? The thought of her father, of his disappointment, of never seeing him again, added a layer of unbearable agony to the physical pain.

"I shouldn't have... I could have..." Words were choked by sobs, each tear a testament to her overwhelming regret.

Tears mingled with blood, regret a bitter taste on the tongue. The pain was a relentless crescendo, drowning out all other sounds. Her breath grew shallow, her vision blurred. One last, heartbroken sigh escaped her lips before her eyes fluttered closed. Leaving behind a legacy of sacrifice and sorrow.

From her vantage point, Irene witnessed the tragic aftermath. Her usually bright eyes were clouded with sadness, her normally vibrant aura dimmed by the weight of the Lunara's sacrifice. A pang of sympathy, sharp and unexpected, struck her. She felt the her regrets, her pain, her final breath. But Irene wouldn't let her selfless act go unrewarded. A soft glow surrounded her hands, as she prepared a gift, a token of appreciation for a life given in the service of another.

"She shall be given another chance..." Irene murmured, her voice a whisper of wind chimes.

"A chance to live with purpose"