“Our fate is sealed and we can do nothing to change to change it.”

“What’s my fate?”

“You kill…me.”

Adam looked up from the Book of Fates and locked eyes with May.

“You fate is you kill me.” He repeated.

“I’ll never kill you, never ever never!” May smiled reassuringly.

“You can’t alter the fates May, you will kill me…eventually.” As Adam said this an eerie silence filled the small tent.

Glass bottles with dead plants were perched on top of stacks of old books, the kind which were leather bound. Fairy lights hung from the top of the triangular tent which cast a soft pink hue over the spilled ink and parchment on the floor.

“You can’t alter the fates.” Adam repeated.

“I know that!” May rolled her eyes. “You’re my brother Adam, and I would die for you any day of the week. That’s why if I…if I kill myself now, you won’t die, and I won’t kill you.”

Adam stood stunned. “You can’t do that May! Before mum died she made me promise I’ll protect you! You can’t kill yourself!”

“Watch me.”

With that, May plunged a knife into her heart, Adam yelled in pain.

“May what did you do?!”

“I don’t know!”

May watched on horrified as Adams lifeless body fell the the floor, staining the tent a deep red. An inscription apperared on his forehead. May read it. It said ‘Our fate is sealed and we can do nothing to change it.’

Everything went black.