Disclaimer: I don't own any characters in this story except for Ria, she is a figment of my twisted imagination.

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In this life there are two types of people: those who believe in fate, and those who don't. Those who believe are susceptible to the magic. They know the true mystique of this world, and they understand that everything they do happens for a reason, that even the bad things will bring about good things- and sometimes the other way round. Yes, Maria-Anna Morgan was defiantly a believer.

Things hadn't been going too well at home: her parents were separated and wanted a divorce but each was making it as difficult as possible for the other but here, in her place, everything felt right. Everything made sense again and that gave her hope. She'd even bought pills with her once, She was so close to ending it all; but seeing that sunset, the single occurrence that had drawn her there, it made her stop. She was in a trance, everything was perfect: the way the purples merged into a fiery orange, the slowly emerging, flickering stars like specks of dust on a cinema reel, it totally enthralled her.

Tonight felt different. She noticed as soon as she'd climbed that trek up to the top of the hill. Her parents had just had another huge fight and she couldn't stand to be there and listen to them, it wasn't even like she had any brothers or sisters she could turn to and as for her friends, well she wasn't exactly a Goth, but she certainly wasn't like them- nothing more needed to be said. There were a few people she was good friends with and they did try to understand, but she knew they couldn't fully. She didn't want them there anyway, she'd had enough of the 'everything's going to be ok' bullshit because she knew full well that it wasn't, she just wanted time to accept it.

The soft breeze kept unhooking some of the strands still behind her ear, so she opted to holding her head in her hands, gently placing her fingers at the temples, pinning the soft hair between her fingers and head. She closed her eyes and tried to focus her attention on the wind, enveloping her whole body in a swift embrace. She was so relaxed she considered staying there the night, who would even notice if she didn't go home anyway?

"Mind if I join you?" Maria jumped, who was invading her space, her world? She spun round almost instantly to stare into the deepest chocolate brown eyes she had ever seen. She took a second to look him up and down, subconsciously judging if he was a threat or not. He wasn't that tall for a guy, he was wearing black pants and a hoodie. Something on his face caught her attention; he was wearing red make up. This made her smile, everyone at school had teased her about hers- he couldn't be a threat, he certainly didn't look like one, maybe he was a lost cause too?

"I guess if you really want to," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper as her throat was still sore from crying. She turned her body back to the view in front of her, leaning her chin into the palm of her hand. She blinked and inspected the remains; the sunset was dying: deep, rich royal blues and mauves spread across a smaller portion of the once fully lit sky like disease, quickly choking the brightness and charm.

"Don't you think it's beautiful?" he asked, taking a seat next to her on the vast log. He thrust his hands in the pocket of his hoodie and tilted his head up to take a better look at the spectacle in front of him.

"How can it be beautiful? It's dull and gloomy and it's nearly completely disappeared," She spoke miserably.

"You really think that's a bad thing?" He questioned inquisitively.

"The most divine thing is fading and I'll have to go through another day of hell to get it back," she spat at him, a little more aggressively than she originally intended.

"Do you believe in fate?" he asked suddenly, lowering his head and twisting it to look at her. She could feel his brown eyes burning holes in the side of her face so she too moved her head to face him.

"What kind of stupid-ass question is that?" she retorted, scowling. What was the point in him being here? All he was doing was interrupting her escape; making her defensive- he was the last thing she needed right now.

"A good one! See, to the average person this just looks dark and depressing," he motioned with his hand, "but to me it has to happen in order for the stars to come, do you see what I mean?" He lifted his leg back over the log so he was straddling it and facing her.

"Are you calling me average?" she asked, almost offended.

"No, but you are a non-believer," he grinned.

"Of what?" she replicated his movements so she was again facing him completely.

"Fate! How many times do I have to tell you? Look, think back in your life, I bet a bad thing happened and it brought about a good thing right? Just like the setting of the sun brings about the stars and the moon" he lowered his voice on the last line, observing her look of thought.

She hated to admit it but he was right. Her parents told her they were getting a divorce and she found this place to run to, they had a fight and she found him. "Who are you?" she asked, changing the subject but with good cause.

"Gerard Way, but my friends call me Gee," he held his hand out anticipating her response.

"Well Gee, I'm Maria-Anna Morgan, but my erm, well, people call me Ria. She gladly accepted his handshake and a smile crept about her face but quickly vanished as a thought struck her. If this guy was right and there was a 'chain reaction', then something bad was going to happen.