Fate is a funny thing.
We are all simply chapters in a novel that it authors.
But sometimes even fate messes up.

Minor details that are overlooked can lead to the destruction of a carefully planned out plot.
And like dominos, that tiny, seemingly insignificant push changes the course of every other character in the book.

Every moment of every day things are being added to each chapter.
People, places, events being written out.
The empty pages filled with anything thats leftover.

Or maybe not.
Maybe this is the life that was in store for us the entire time.