5
Truce
A gift to you is a curse to me.
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BACK at middle school, I used to love reading books with lessons pointing to those that drive me to the hole of regrets. All of them dance to the same song of greed. And at the very last page before I close the book, a blank page stares back at me but it spoke the loudest because it used my thoughts.
Be careful what you wish for.
And maybe that’s what I have been thinking about while Mr. Yuan kept quiet, waiting for me to ask away. He was surprisingly composed despite my lack of any sense of reciprocity to respond.
Therefore, he repeated his words for me.
“These people are suspected that they can write their own fates.”
I stared blank at him, denying the urge to speak.
“But you see, it is not the kind of writing fates that you
