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.
were dry, and her eyes
It belonged to a
wasn't there, but I got a video
his phone and played the
seen approaching the camera. She had just taken two steps when she tripped and fell forward, at
turned her head
"Haha."
man laughed, finding
like you. Even her frown is the
with his hand and rubbed it. His eyes started to redden a little,
the woman. Even though it was only
the side of his cheek, and he squeezed
course, she is. She looks just
He pursed his lips.
together and live like a family as
to crack, and warmth continued to trickle down the side of
***
was still beautiful to
she
my eyes, she was the most beautiful person in the
that beauty
So…
have to leave
take her away
***
"Uwaaa! Uwaaa!"
be heard all throughout. They went
directed toward the ceiling of the room.
"Hu..huh."
chest trembled as
his attention to the right, where a glass pane stood, and looked at his own reflection in the pane. His eyes were sunken in, his hair was
'Who is he?'
found himself questioning the look of the man that was reflected on the glass. Was that supposed to be him? He looked nothing like
'That's not me.'
his gaze away from the mirror, adamant in his belief that
"Uwaaa! Uwaaa!"
the child began to cry again, and Octavious turned his gaze toward
'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
he chose to leave it where it was and continued to listen to the child's
"Uwaaa! Uwaaa! "
continued and stopped in cycles. Sometimes they'd go for hours, sometimes for
listening to them with his
the only sound
that reassured
***
Losing my emotions…
wasn't purely just for
to forget. Numb myself
They call me strong.
The strongest human.
that
…I'm not strong.
I'm just a coward.
***
[Ashton City Community Orphanage.]
at the sign 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
lips trembled as he gazed at the orphanage in front of
his hand to gaze at the young girl in his arms, he
is for
to, but he knew this was the
was a danger to
allow himself to be near her. He wanted to love her with all of his heart, but... he was too broken
He didn't deserve her.
"Huh...huh.."
once more as he gazed at the orphanage in the
Just that...
"Dada?"
as a sweet voice called out
that moment and he lowered his gaze to meet two innocent eyes looking directly at
They were so pure...
"Dada?"
called out again, her little hands
her. Her hands soon touched
"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