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 eyes were
grasped her hand tightly. It belonged to a young man. He
steps today. I wasn't there,
took out his phone and played the
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
turned her head to
"Haha."
man laughed, finding the little girl
you. Even her frown is
His eyes started to redden
was only slight, Octavious noticed that
side
too, right? Haha, of course, she
He pursed his lips.
be together and live like a family as we've always dreamed of…
the end of the sentence, his voice began to crack, and warmth
***
was still
when she
my eyes, she was the most beautiful
that beauty away from
So…
did she have to leave
world take her away from
***
"Uwaaa! Uwaaa!"
all throughout. They went on and on and on, stopping only when
gaze directed toward the ceiling
"Hu..huh."
as he took
the pane. His eyes were sunken in, his hair was a mess, and his clothes were a
'Who is he?'
questioning the look of the man that was reflected on the glass. Was that supposed to be him? He looked
'That's not me.'
from the mirror, adamant in his belief that
"Uwaaa! Uwaaa!"
to cry again, and Octavious turned his gaze toward the small girl who was laying
'She's probably hungry, right?'
she was crying. Octavious blinked a few times before leaning his head against the sofa
he chose to leave it where
"Uwaaa! Uwaaa! "
continued and stopped in cycles. Sometimes they'd go for hours, sometimes for minutes, before
time listening to
only sound that filled his
sound that reassured him
***
Losing my emotions…
wasn't purely just for the sake of
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.]
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
at the orphanage in front
hand to gaze at the young girl in his arms, he found himself
is for
he knew this was
a danger to
wanted to love her with all of his heart, but... he was too broken to love
He didn't deserve her.
"Huh...huh.."
he gazed at the orphanage in the distance. Closing his eyes,
Just that...
"Dada?"
stop as a sweet voice called out
moment and he lowered his
They were so pure...
"Dada?"
again, her little hands
head toward 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