The Author's POV
Chapter 743
She was beautiful.
More so than anyone I'd ever seen in my life.
She was someone whom I couldn't take my eyes away from.
She was the love of my life.
My everything…
***
"What do you think? I think it looks quite nice?"
The air seemed to echo with a soft but endearing voice. It belonged to a beautiful young lady in her early twenties, whose brown hair waved at the ends. Her features were flawless, and her face was soft.
She was beautiful. Extremely so.
"It looks awful."
A man muttered. He recoiled in horror at the sight of the room, which was dominated by the color pink throughout. He cast his gaze in her direction.
"You took this too far."
"Oh, please."
She rolled her eyes while casting a glance toward her belly. It was slightly bulging.
"Since you're training all the time, I took it upon myself to decorate the room. If you're unsatisfied, then you should've spent more time with us."
"Ugh."
After groaning, the man sighed and sat down on a nearby stool. As he continued to survey the surroundings, he eventually gave up and lowered his head.
"You're right. I guess this is the price I have to pay for being busy…"
"Ey."
The woman glared.
"You're making it sound as if it looks terrible. You know, I've put a lot of effort into this place."
"Oh, sure, sure."
The man raised his hands in resignation.
"You're right, and I'm wrong."
The woman smiled. Extremely pleased with the man's words.
"It's good that you know.
***
I was satisfied with my life.
Happy with it.
Every day I would wake up happier than the next.
Life was perfect.
I loved it.
I thought it'd last until my last days.
I could still envision my future back then.
It was beautiful.
So, so beautiful.
Every day I'd wake up with joy just thinking about that future.
I was naïve.
***
The surrounding walls were almost entirely dominated by the color white There was a lingering smell of stale alcohol in the atmosphere, and in the background, there was a faint rhythmical beeping sound.
A husked figure lay on a small bed within the room. There were metal tubes connected to her chest, and there were thinner tubes made of plastic connected to the veins in her arms.
dry, and her
hand tightly. It belonged to a young man. He
wasn't there, but I
phone and played the
ponytail and sporting a cute little frown was seen approaching the camera. She had
slowly turned her head to
"Haha."
laughed, finding
Even her frown is the
covered his mouth with his hand and rubbed it. His eyes started to redden a little, but he
it was only slight, Octavious noticed that the corners of her mouth turned
began to run down the side of his cheek, and he squeezed her
course, she is. She looks just
He pursed his lips.
finally be together and live like a family as we've
end of the sentence, his voice began to crack,
***
was still beautiful to
when she was like
she was the most beautiful person in the
take that
So…
she have to
did the world take her
***
"Uwaaa! Uwaaa!"
of a child could be heard all throughout. They went on and on and on, stopping only when
gaze directed toward the ceiling of the
"Hu..huh."
trembled as
glass pane stood, and looked at his own reflection in the pane. His eyes were sunken in, his hair was a
'Who is he?'
on the glass.
'That's not me.'
tore his gaze away from the mirror, adamant in his belief
"Uwaaa! Uwaaa!"
turned his gaze toward the small girl who was laying
'She's probably hungry, right?'
only thing that could explain why she was crying. Octavious blinked a few times before leaning his head against the sofa and turning his attention to the bottle of
chose to leave it where it was and continued to listen to the child's
"Uwaaa! Uwaaa! "
in cycles. Sometimes they'd go for hours, sometimes for minutes, before
to them with his eyes
sound that
that reassured him
***
Losing my emotions…
for the sake
to forget. Numb myself from
They call me strong.
The strongest human.
that was the
…I'm not strong.
I'm just a coward.
***
[Ashton City Community Orphanage.]
in front of him. It belonged to a small chapel, and he could hear the sound of children playing in the background. They seemed rather happy. In his hands was a small girl that was quietly resting with her thumb in her
gazed at the orphanage in front of
lowered his hand to gaze at the young girl
for
this was the best
was a danger to
allow himself to be near her. He wanted to love her with all of his heart, but... he was too
He didn't deserve her.
"Huh...huh.."
trembled once more as he gazed at the orphanage in the
Just that...
"Dada?"
came to a sudden stop as
and he lowered his gaze to meet two innocent eyes looking
They were so pure...
"Dada?"
called out again, her little hands reaching out for his
his head toward her. Her hands soon touched his cheeks and she let
"Uhum"
About The Author's POV - Chapter 743
The Author's POV is the best current series of the author Entrail_JI. With the below Chapter 743 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 743 and update the next chapters of this series at booktrk.com