Discovering Destiny
Chapter 1: Aislinn's P.O.V.

Destiny: the predetermined course of events that will necessarily happen to a person in the future. So basically, your future is set in stone since you’re born. Your life is pre-planned, and you just have to let it play out. Everything happens for a reason, all to lead you to your destiny.
This was something I’d always strongly believed in, probably because my mom did too. But when Will died, I questioned this theory. What was the reason for taking away the love of my life? Why was killing Will necessary for me to achieve my destiny? And was dying really his destiny?
I miss him still. I miss his laugh. I miss his hugs. I miss his cologne. I miss it all.
I don’t think I’ll ever get over losing him. He was my first love, I can’t just move on. It’s not that simple.
I try to tell myself that my destiny just had something else in store for me than I thought, that it was all a part of the plan. Will and I, we just weren’t in the cards. But I have a hard time believing that when he’s buried beneath the ground and I’m up here, alive and breathing, and suffering through the loss of yet another loved one.
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I woke up and stretched my arms, checking the time on the clock: 10:13. The sun shone through my windows and I was happy it was finally summer. I was glad I wouldn’t have to go back to that school again, there were too many memories there, memories of Will.
“Good morning.” My grandmother greeted me as I walked into the dining room where she sat, reading the newspaper and sipping on a cup of coffee.
“Morning.” I yawned. “Did you eat?”
“No, actually I thought we could go out to breakfast today.”
“Oh, okay. I’ll go get dressed.” I smiled as I put away the pan I had already started taking out of the cupboard.
As we drove to the restaurant, I wondered why Grams offered to take me to breakfast. I loved her more than anything; she was all I had left. But I knew that she preferred eating at home, just the two of us, unless she had something important to say.  I was a little worried.
“So,” Grams said before setting her glass of orange juice back on the table. “I’ve done a lot of thinking about this,” She paused, contemplating his word choice, “and I think it would be a good idea if we moved down to Florida before you start college. It would be good for you to get to learn your way around, meet new people, get settled in before you start there, you know? And this way we’d be closer to each other!” She smiled at me but when I didn’t say anything her smile faltered. “What do you think?”
“I think it’s a great idea. It’s just what I’ve been needing, to get away from here and all of…this.” I motioned around me.
“I thought the same thing.” She agreed, taking my hand across the table.
“So when can we go?” I asked eagerly, stabbing my pancakes with a fork.
“Well I was looking at a house online, I’ll show it to you when we get home. If you like it then we can be out of here next week.”
I swallowed and smiled genuinely. “That sounds awesome.”
When we got home, Grams showed me the house. To be honest, I didn’t really care what it looked like. I wanted to go anyways. I hoped that Florida would be a fresh start, that it would help me move on from my parents and Will.
Being in that house had so many memories of the three of them. My entire life, the person who I am is in that house. But I don’t think I’m that same person anymore.
Grief and tragedy changed me. I just needed some time to recover. I mean, me and Will were together for three years: he was my first everything. My first kiss, my first date, my first boyfriend, my first time, my first love.
Letting him go was harder than I expected. At first, I didn’t cry. I didn’t do anything. I didn’t want to believe it, and I thought if I ignored it then it wouldn’t be real. But it was real, and it happened, and now he’s gone.
Just like my parents.
But now I was getting the chance to move across the country and leave it all behind. It was a brilliant idea; I only hoped it was possible for me to do.
I had only just gotten over grieving my parents’ death when Will died, and it was so overwhelming. I was in shock and I had to go to therapy for a little while. But my Grams helped me get through all of it; I don’t know what I’d do without her.
In high school, I excelled in sciences and I was accepted into the University of Miami to study marine biology.  
If anything, my love marine life only increased when Will died. I got my own fish tank and I loved to just sit there and watch my fish swim. Most people would think that was boring, but I thought it was fascinating.
Will did too. He was the only one that understood my passion for oceanography and marine life.
I so badly wanted to believe we were destined for each other. He was my one and only. But I had to move on. That was seven months ago, and I’m done grieving. I’m ready to start a new chapter in my life.

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