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.
and her eyes were
belonged to a young man. He looked at her with distraught
wasn't
his phone
hair pulled back into a ponytail and sporting a cute little frown was seen approaching the camera.
slowly turned her head to
"Haha."
laughed, finding the little
Even her frown is the
mouth with his hand and rubbed it. His eyes started to redden a little,
last, a response came from the woman. Even though it was only slight, Octavious noticed that the corners of
something warm began to run down the side of his cheek, and
course, she is. She looks just like
He pursed his lips.
and live like
crack, and
***
still beautiful to
when she was like
my eyes, she was the
take that beauty away from
So…
she have to leave
the world take her away
***
"Uwaaa! Uwaaa!"
be heard all throughout. They went on and on and on,
the sofa, his gaze directed toward the ceiling
"Hu..huh."
chest trembled as he took
attention to the right, where a glass pane stood, and looked at his own reflection in the pane. His eyes
'Who is he?'
man that was reflected on
'That's not me.'
his gaze away from the mirror, adamant
"Uwaaa! Uwaaa!"
child began to cry again, and Octavious turned his gaze toward the small girl who
'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 milk that
for a while, he chose to leave it where it was
"Uwaaa! Uwaaa! "
and stopped in cycles. Sometimes they'd
his time listening to them with
was the only sound that filled
reassured him that he wasn't
***
Losing my emotions…
just for the sake of
forget. Numb myself
They call me strong.
The strongest human.
only that
…I'm not strong.
I'm just a coward.
***
[Ashton City Community Orphanage.]
of him. It belonged to a small chapel, and he could hear the sound of children playing in the background.
he gazed at the orphanage in
hand to gaze at the young girl in his arms, he found himself
is for the
want to, but he knew this
was a danger to
to love her
He didn't deserve her.
"Huh...huh.."
gazed at the orphanage in the distance. Closing
Just that...
"Dada?"
feet came to a sudden stop as a sweet voice
moment and he lowered his gaze to meet
They were so pure...
"Dada?"
again, her little hands reaching out for his
he slowly brought his head toward her. Her hands soon touched his
"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