The only beliefs she held were the ones rooted in suffering. She existed to perish, or so she thought. Fate works in convoluted ways, and one encounter changed the path her life was on. In a world where none cared for one, there had always been someone for her. All Claire has to do, is believe. JackxOC, duh. Rebirthing an old, old, story.

(noun.) Luck that takes the form of finding valuable or pleasant things that are not looked for. Sometimes desperation leads to salvation. (snapexoc)

Jack and Elsa, both are drowning in their own problems. Both have made mistakes, both repent their doings. But 'coincidence' prevails, when they end up at the same place for comfort. Will they meet? Will they sense their similarity? But apart from the the troubles they are facing, their lives do clash, but do not mix all that easily...

Don't live unless you have something to die for. That is what I was taught. I never expected it, but my 'life' has taken the most faulty turns, ones that have brought me where I am. So, so close to the end. But I had learned to expect the unexpected. {大好き} -ItachiOC-

A procedure I made up to support my other stories, based off many theories I have read online. Please review :)

Tom Riddle was not the only casualty of Amortentia. There was another, one who feared little and believed in everything except what held it all together. This casualty traced his own with surprising fluency, they were but parallels running alongside each other. And what can make parallel lines meet? One had to be the parallax. Companion story to Constant Circles. RandR!

There were beginnings, but where were the ends? Her life looped around itself, wound through his fingers, and throttled her breath. And she thought, is this the end? And he replies, no dear, there are no ends, only new beginnings...but the space between them does not have to be blissful. Her life became a circle, and he was at its center. Rating may change. R&R