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

hand tightly. It belonged to a

took her first steps today. I wasn't there, but

took out his phone and played the

with her hair pulled back into a ponytail and sporting a cute little frown was seen approaching the camera. She had just

turned her head

"Haha."

laughed, finding the little girl

Even

rubbed it. His

it was only slight, Octavious noticed that the corners of her

it, something warm began to run down the side of his cheek,

right? Haha, of course, she is. She looks just like you,

He pursed his lips.

can finally be together and live like

sentence, his voice began to crack, and

***

still

when she

she was the

take that beauty away from

So…

did she have to

take her

***

"Uwaaa! Uwaaa!"

throughout. They went on and on and on, stopping only when the child became

the sofa, his gaze directed toward the ceiling of the room.

"Hu..huh."

as he took a

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 a mess, and his clothes were a mess as

'Who is he?'

questioning the look of the man that was reflected on the glass. Was that supposed to be him?

'That's not me.'

away from the mirror, adamant in his belief that he was merely seeing

"Uwaaa! Uwaaa!"

to cry again, and Octavious turned his gaze toward the small girl who was

'She's probably hungry, right?'

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 was sitting next to

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

"Uwaaa! Uwaaa! "

they'd go for hours, sometimes

his time listening to them with his eyes

only sound that filled his

sound that reassured him

***

Losing my emotions…

for the sake of

wanted to forget. Numb myself from

They call me strong.

The strongest human.

only that was the

…I'm not strong.

I'm just a coward.

***

[Ashton City Community Orphanage.]

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

lips trembled as he gazed at the orphanage

to gaze at the

is for the

to, but he knew this

was a danger

to love her with all of his

He didn't deserve her.

"Huh...huh.."

chest trembled once more as he gazed at the orphanage in the distance. Closing his eyes, he firmed

Just that...

"Dada?"

as a sweet voice

moment and he lowered his gaze to meet two

They were so pure...

"Dada?"

her little hands reaching out for his

her. Her hands soon touched his cheeks

"Uhum"

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