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

belonged to a young man. He looked at

I wasn't there, but

his phone

back into a ponytail and sporting a cute little frown was seen approaching the camera. She had just taken two steps when she tripped and fell forward, at

turned her

"Haha."

finding

just like you. Even her frown is

and rubbed it. His eyes

though it was

it, something warm began to run down the side of his cheek, and he squeezed her hand even

cute too, right? Haha, of course, she

He pursed his lips.

better so that we can finally be together and live like a family

the sentence, his voice began to crack, and warmth

***

still beautiful to

she was like

eyes, she was the most beautiful person

take that beauty

So…

she have to

world take her

***

"Uwaaa! Uwaaa!"

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

his gaze directed toward the ceiling of the room. It was pink. A

"Hu..huh."

as

at his own reflection in the pane. His eyes were sunken in,

'Who is he?'

of the man that was reflected on the glass. Was

'That's not me.'

gaze away from the mirror, adamant in his belief that

"Uwaaa! Uwaaa!"

turned his gaze toward the small girl who was laying on the white crib opposite

'She's probably hungry, right?'

was crying. Octavious blinked a few times before leaning his

for a while, he chose to leave it where

"Uwaaa! Uwaaa! "

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

listening to them with

only sound that filled

that reassured him that

***

Losing my emotions…

wasn't purely just for the sake

wanted to 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.]

playing in the background. They seemed rather

as he gazed at the orphanage in front

the young girl in his arms,

is for the

this was the best decision he could

was a danger

love her

He didn't deserve her.

"Huh...huh.."

orphanage in the distance. Closing his eyes,

Just that...

"Dada?"

as a sweet

that moment and he lowered his

They were so pure...

"Dada?"

her little hands reaching

head toward her. Her hands soon touched his cheeks and she let out a series of soft

"Uhum"

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