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《Chapter II.0》
'Mistep: Prologue'
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Well, I hope that she was happy. Happy settling with me in that quaint little life of ours. She'd never say it, but I always knew she wanted more. She was just this, bundle of potential which never got to see the light of day. My sun, my light. Oh, how I miss you.
Right now, the sky's grey – no surprise there – and that's past the clouds of smoke. After a wish upon the stars, I fell into a sea of my own memories and all I could hear was variants of her voice calling out to me. To me? My name… seemed so bitter sweet off her lips, the lips I could no longer kiss, the smile I could no longer see.
I…
When the dust settled, I found myself all alone. The memories of her, becoming both my solace and my undoing. I…
I remembered a voice, as clear as a bell. So divine and sinister at the same time. It had the gall to ask me three questions in my confused state but… then again, my whole life had been a bubble of confusion. But we should get back to these question, because they're going to be the basis of my story, and the reason why I…
They all seemed quite simple back then, huh? Do I believe in fate? Do I Believe in soulmates? What would I do for true love? Fucking bullocks, am I right? But after a while, especially after what I've done… there's no fucking way I could possibly answer those questions.
3. What would you give up for true love?
But at least the last one seemed easy right? Oh, come on; what would I give up for true love? I mean, the obvious answer should be everything … right? Fuckin bullocks' man! But, after all this time had passed, I got to thinking; what is true love?
What is a soul mate?
And what in the actual fuck is fate?
Fate? Screw fate! She took my best friend away from me! She made me feel this… weird! She's the reason for all this! Why the heck should I care?
And past me was cocky enough to pretend I knew it all, cocky enough to pretend I understood it all… and man I was fucking stupid. I've only been aged thirty-two when I first departed. What the fuck did I know back then? Turns out, I knew absolutely nothing about anything.
At the end of my story, you'll understand my dilemma and why the third question was the hardest of them all but for now, now I'll tell you the all the juicy details about how I rewound my life.
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A/N: The original plan was to post the third update 10 minutes after this chapter (the prologue to it). However, as written on my profile, I cannot manage for a while. Still, I will try to get out my already completed chapters out instead of hoarding them.
Also, I didn't give an update on my situation for any pity so please refrain from posting 'get well soon', or anything along those lines (because it makes me feel hella uncomfortable and pitied.)
If you usually don't review, then continue staying silent. If you're one to review, then please limit it to the story. Critique, flame, whatever, just... please no words of pity cause it'll only make me uncomfortable.