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
hand grasped her hand tightly. It belonged to a young man. He looked at
today. I wasn't there, but
out his phone and played the
frown was seen approaching the camera. She had just taken two steps when she tripped and fell forward, at which point
turned her head to
"Haha."
finding the little girl
Even her
his mouth with his hand and rubbed it. His eyes started
last, a response came from the woman. Even though it was only slight, Octavious
it, something warm began to run down the side of his cheek, and
she is.
He pursed his lips.
be together and live like a family as we've always
crack, and warmth continued to trickle down
***
still
when she was
the
that beauty
So…
did she have
the world take her away
***
"Uwaaa! Uwaaa!"
be heard all throughout. They went on and on and on, stopping only
the sofa, his gaze directed toward the ceiling of
"Hu..huh."
chest trembled as
own reflection in the pane. His eyes were sunken
'Who is he?'
of the man that was reflected on the
'That's not me.'
his gaze away from the mirror, adamant in
"Uwaaa! Uwaaa!"
his gaze toward the
'She's probably hungry, right?'
leaning his head against the sofa and turning his attention to
to leave it where it was and continued
"Uwaaa! Uwaaa! "
cycles. Sometimes they'd go for
to them with his eyes
only sound that
that reassured him that
***
Losing my emotions…
for
forget. Numb
They call me strong.
The strongest human.
only that was
…I'm not strong.
I'm just a coward.
***
[Ashton City Community Orphanage.]
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
trembled as he gazed at
the young girl in his arms, he found himself
is for
want to, but he knew this was the best
a danger to
to love her with all of his heart, but...
He didn't deserve her.
"Huh...huh.."
at the orphanage in the distance.
Just that...
"Dada?"
as a sweet voice called out
at that moment and he lowered
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