When fate hesitates, chaos finishes what it started.
I sat there, hollow and shaking, feeling a deep sense of disgust twisting in my chest. Wishing I could erase the last twenty minutes—wipe them clean as if they never existed.
But then I wouldn't have the voice that called my name.
The room still smelled of sterilizer and static, the echo of boots fading down the corridor.
Some people say things happen for a reason—that fate intervenes when we least expect it. Others believe it's all chaos theory, random threads colliding until something sticks. Like someone stepping into a shop for one thing and finding another, perfect and unexpected, while someone else behind them waits—hoping they'll set it down.
Was it fate that led them to it, or chaos?
If they had arrived a few minutes later, it would've been gone. Lost to another set of hands. Another story. You might never have known it existed at all.
In the world of Soul Woven, fate was meant to explain everything. But what if fate was the illusion—what they could control—while chaos was the truth that refused to be contained?
Fate and chaos, twin forces disguised as enemies.
You can't have one without the other.
Maybe they've always been the same thread, just pulled in opposite directions.
Sometimes the space between fate and chaos is only the distance of a heartbeat.
But what did that mean for me?
If today hadn't happened, I wouldn't have heard him.
The voice in the void.
The one I'd been aching to hear again.
His voice—sharp, furious, broken.
A voice that shouldn't have existed anymore.
He had seen it. All of it. From the moment he died a year ago to now.
Thayer.
I wanted to reach for him, to anchor myself in something real—but he wasn't here enough.
Just a flicker caught between worlds.
It was bittersweet—finding out the man I loved was still here, and realizing I could never truly touch him again.
And as the silence folded in, one thought pulsed beneath my ribs—Had he come back to save me... or was he already too late?
Was it fate that wanted me to lose the love of my life?
To think the merge hadn't worked?
To start falling for someone else—someone who was still here?
To question the tradition of being soul-woven, only to realize I was living it?
Or was it chaos—leading me toward choices, impossible ones, just to see which way I would go?
Does Fate write the story, while Chaos turns the page?