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 her

hand tightly. It belonged to a young man. He looked at

took her first steps today. I wasn't

took out his phone and

back into a ponytail and sporting a cute little frown was seen approaching the camera. She had just taken two steps

husky figure slowly turned her head to look at the

"Haha."

finding the little

like you. Even her frown is the

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

a response came from the woman. Even though it was only slight, Octavious noticed that the corners of her mouth turned

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

of course, she is. She looks

He pursed his lips.

so that we can finally be together and live like a

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

***

was still beautiful

she was like

my eyes, she was the

that

So…

did she have to

the world take her

***

"Uwaaa! Uwaaa!"

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

ceiling of the room. It was pink.

"Hu..huh."

as he took

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

'Who is he?'

the man that was reflected on the glass. Was that supposed to be him? He looked nothing

'That's not me.'

tore his gaze away from the mirror, adamant in his belief that he was

"Uwaaa! Uwaaa!"

then, the child began to cry again, and Octavious turned his gaze toward the small

'She's probably hungry, right?'

she was crying. Octavious blinked a few times before leaning his

chose to leave it where it

"Uwaaa! Uwaaa! "

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

to them with

only sound that

sound that reassured him

***

Losing my emotions…

purely just for the sake

forget. Numb myself from the

They call me strong.

The strongest human.

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 was quietly resting with her thumb

trembled as he gazed at the orphanage

his hand to gaze at the young girl in his

for the

but he knew this was the

was a danger

to be near her. He wanted to love her with all of his heart, but... he was too broken to love

He didn't deserve her.

"Huh...huh.."

gazed at the orphanage in the distance.

Just that...

"Dada?"

as a sweet voice

freeze at that moment and he lowered his gaze to meet two innocent eyes looking directly at

They were so pure...

"Dada?"

out again, her little hands reaching

brought his head toward her. Her hands soon

"Uhum"

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