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.

lips were dry, and her eyes

hand grasped her hand tightly. It belonged to a young man. He

I wasn't there, but I got a video

out his phone and played

and sporting a cute little frown was seen approaching

turned her head to look at

"Haha."

finding the little girl

Even her

with his hand and rubbed it. His eyes started to redden a little, but he didn't show

the woman. Even though it was only slight, Octavious noticed that the corners of her mouth turned upwards

the side of his cheek, and he squeezed her hand

she is. She looks just like you, so

He pursed his lips.

so that we can finally be together and live like a family as we've always dreamed of…

the sentence, his voice began to crack, and warmth continued to trickle down the

***

still beautiful

she

she was the

could take that beauty away from

So…

did she have to leave

the world take her

***

"Uwaaa! Uwaaa!"

child could be heard all throughout. They went on and on and on, stopping only when the child

sofa, his gaze directed toward the ceiling of the room. It was pink. A

"Hu..huh."

as he

and looked at his own reflection in the pane. His eyes

'Who is he?'

reflected on the glass. Was

'That's not me.'

mirror, adamant in his belief that he was

"Uwaaa! Uwaaa!"

Octavious turned his gaze toward the

'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

a while, he chose to leave it where it was and

"Uwaaa! Uwaaa! "

continued and stopped in cycles. Sometimes they'd go for hours, sometimes for

spent his time listening to them with

was the only sound that filled his

that reassured him

***

Losing my emotions…

purely just for the

to forget.

They call me strong.

The strongest human.

only that was the

…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. They seemed rather happy. In his hands was

trembled as he gazed at

lowered his hand to gaze at the

for the

he knew this was

a danger to

near her. He wanted to love her with all of his

He didn't deserve her.

"Huh...huh.."

the orphanage in the distance. Closing his eyes, he firmed himself

Just that...

"Dada?"

sudden stop as a sweet voice called out for

body freeze at that moment and he lowered his gaze

They were so pure...

"Dada?"

out again, her little hands

his head toward her. Her hands soon touched his cheeks and she let out a series of soft

"Uhum"

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