~Prologue~

"Don't judge my bangs. My mom made me do it." I say.

"It's cute." He says, biting back a laugh.

"Asshole," I murmur.

"Wait... In the photo, you're wearing..." He says, trailing off.

My eyes widen when I realize I'm wearing my bracelet in that picture. "I can explain," I say.

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moi-ra | \ ˈmȯirə \
noun: a person's fate or destiny

Used to be titled "Because of an iPod and Ball"

~Published/Completed on October 28, 2020~