Destiny’s Notification
Every day, countless stories surround us in this world. Among them is the story of a girl just like me.
Hi, I’m Eva. I am nineteen years old, and I live with my parents and my little brother, Roran. My father is a successful businessman, and my mother is a dedicated university professor. Having just graduated from high school, I am currently standing at a crossroads, trying to figure out what to do with my career.
But before I tell you anything else, there are a few things you should know about me. Music and sports run through my veins. When my fingers touch a piano keyboard, the world fades away. When my feet hit the hardwood court, my competitive drive kicks in—a drive that has earned me quite a few basketball trophies over the years. I have always pushed myself to excel in everything, including my studies.
Right now, before rolling into the chaotic rhythm of college life, I am spending my holidays deep in the countryside with my grandparents. Every summer vacation and festive season, I come here to stay for a few weeks. Over the years, I’ve built a beautiful parallel life here, anchored by an incredible group of childhood friends. Lily, Josh, Kia, and Alina are the closest to my heart.
Today, we are out exploring the scenic countryside paths together. We are clicking endless pictures, laughing until our stomachs hurt, and creating beautiful memories. Like anyone in my generation, I love sharing these moments online. I am constantly updating my social media handles, using them to make new digital friends and stay tightly connected with my family and inner circle.
It started like any normal evening. I was sitting on my bed, scrolling through my phone, when a distinct notification pinged. I opened the app to find a direct message in my chat box from a completely unknown profile. At that moment, I had no idea that destiny was loudly knocking on the doors of my fate.
Before I replied and rushed into potentially horrible trouble, I paused. Caution took over. I tapped on the stranger’s username to investigate their profile, desperate to see who was behind the screen.
I expected a blank icon or a fake bot image. Instead, a real person’s photo stared back at me. Underneath the picture, his profile listed a single, simple name: Ethan.
