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

tightly. It belonged to a young man. He looked at her with distraught

steps today. I wasn't there, but I

his phone and

was seen approaching the camera. She had

figure slowly turned her head to look at

"Haha."

laughed, finding the little girl

like you. Even

rubbed it. His eyes started to redden a little,

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

the side of his cheek, and he squeezed her hand even more

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

He pursed his lips.

finally be together and live like a family as we've always

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

***

still beautiful

she was like

eyes, she was the

that beauty away from

So…

have

did the world take her

***

"Uwaaa! Uwaaa!"

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

his gaze directed toward the ceiling of the

"Hu..huh."

chest trembled as he took a

turned 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

'Who is he?'

look of the man that was reflected on

'That's not me.'

the mirror, adamant in

"Uwaaa! Uwaaa!"

began to cry again, and Octavious turned his gaze toward the small girl who was laying on the white crib

'She's probably hungry, right?'

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 was sitting

pondering for a while, he chose to leave it where it was

"Uwaaa! Uwaaa! "

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

his time listening to them

sound that filled his empty

reassured

***

Losing my emotions…

purely just for the

to forget. Numb myself from the

They call me strong.

The strongest human.

only that was

…I'm not strong.

I'm just a coward.

***

[Ashton City Community Orphanage.]

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

at the orphanage in front

his hand to gaze at the young girl in his arms, he found himself

for

didn't want to, but he knew this

a

He wanted to love her

He didn't deserve her.

"Huh...huh.."

orphanage in the distance. Closing his

Just that...

"Dada?"

stop as a sweet voice called out for

and he lowered his gaze to meet two innocent eyes

They were so pure...

"Dada?"

out again, her little hands reaching out for his

he slowly brought his head toward her. Her hands

"Uhum"

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