I sat on a worn wooden bench, the sun casting dappled shadows over the leaves above, my mind a tumultuous whirlpool of thoughts and emotions, as I struggled to make sense of everything that had transpired in my life over the last few weeks. It felt like a string of events woven together by fate itself. Perhaps this was more than mere luck or sheer coincidence; maybe God Himself was attempting to convey a message, whispering that Zion and I were never truly meant to be together. The thought had struck me before, but now it loomed larger, more undeniable; I had to accept this painful truth, even if it pierced my heart like a bitter dagger.
Angel was such an adorable girl, radiating sweetness and kindness that seemed to envelop her like a warm, inviting glow. It was easy to see why Zion had
