AB13
A/N: I have some things to fix up in the previous chapters so you might like to view them later on just in case. As for the new readers, I hope I can give you a better reading experience.
It'd be optimal if this chapter is read after GENESIS V1. It's a backstory. And I felt that it was time that I delivered it.
There are other backstories waiting in the line. But they'd be posted in a suitable time and plot as the story progresses.
Anyways, Enjoy!
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He was your average guy. There was nothing really special about it. But the only special thing about him was that- He knew he was not special. From a young age.
And that too included the fact that he was lame just like his lame life.
"Seriously, when would something fun happen?" he watched as the other kids of the neighbourhood played football.
"You guys, are really no fun." he watched as the other kids tried and failed to save a wounded puppy using some herbs.
"This is no fun." he watched on and on even as he saw his own neighbourhood get slaughtered due to communal riots. Only his family survived as they hid in the railway storehouse for a better half of a month.
And things continued like that. He grew up like that until his seventh year. What happened in his 7th year?
Well, he stepped into a library for the first time. That was his turning point.
At first he was confused to see such a place with absolute stillness despite being filled with so many people. He grew up somewhat in the boonies so when people gathered, there would be alot of chaos and shouting. He was confused. What were those people doing?
Since he was always told to read his texts out aloud in school, he found it strange that the adults weren't doing the same here. He reached out to the person who seemed to be in-charge of this place and asked her with his usual poker face and asked.
"Miss, why aren't they reading out their texts?" He still remembered that day vividly.
The lady removed her reading glasses, put her book aside and looked at him with her eyebrows raised.
"Child, those are not simply texts."
"What do you mean?"
She got out of her chair and stood in front of him with a warm smile. She was tall and quite pretty, with her braids, her clothes clean yet obviously shabby-looking. A young lady, he could even call her 'older sister' but refrained from it.
She bent over matching her height with his, still smiling over him like before. From that distance he could hear her gentle breathing and her lavender perfume mixed with her own odour drew him in. Not as a man to a woman, but as a child to a charismatic adult.
He followed her as she took him by the hand to another quiet section of the library. This place like any other part was filled with the murky scent of old paper and ink.
She reached out for a particular book and handed it to him.
The book wasn't that heavy, with a slightly thick cover and a strange title on it. It read-
"'Alice in wonderland.'?"
"You asked me earlier why the people weren't reading out their texts, right?"
He stared back silent. But she continued anyway without frowning upon his lack of enthusiasm.
"Read this book and come back to me. I'll tell you the answer then."
Her presence was something akin to the warm sunshine after the darkest hours. He felt something inside him tingle. He ignored it. She was still smiling at him, patting his head like a puppy. But he didn't shake her off. It wasn't so bad.
TIMESKIP
(In a dark murky room, a dimly lit screen)
He jolted up out of his bed as the metallic alarm assaulted his dreams. Slamming the alarm down, he covered his eyes with his hands. But his face got wet either way as his tears burst forth.
He calmed his unsteady breathing after some time and then sat back on his computer screen.
"She was my sunshine, huh?"
He was older than her now. Older than she ever could be. But he couldn't reach her anymore.
He did however manage to complete the book she asked him to read. It was not an easy task for the young him back then as he'd go ask her every little word or sentence he couldn't understand. And she just like she would answer him, never showing any signs of being irritated.
[I guess I was really happy back then.] The smell of her lavender perfume and her gentle words still rang fresh in his mind.
He managed to get her name before her last moments.
"Elizabeth. You can call me Lily!"
As for how she died…He later came to know when he received a huge stack of books.
Bloodstained.
And a letter addressed to him along with it.
She was hit by a car when buying some books for him.
[It's not my fault...it's
NO, IT IS!!
Had I never gone into the library…] he choked on his thoughts. His guilty conscience tortured him everyday as he read the books she was supposed to get to him.
The remainder of his life till this 19th year was a mess. Family and friends alike. And he became a shut-in author who'd only go to his school for exams. And that was it.
Last night he finished the prologue of his new story dedicated to Lily whose image he had by now distorted into a woman with braided rose pink hair, green eyes like emeralds, and an ample and juicy chest.
To top it off, he also played a character named 'Frederick von Raymond' in a game called 'Alchemia story'. The game had an option of making a supporting character and he made her into the description of the new Lily. And her name? He named her 'Elizabeth Transylvania '.
His warped personality was now simping after a dead woman, who he had made into an in-game character nothing like the original. But he was satisfied.
Because she was still there. She was still by his side, to calm him down and tell him that she was and always will be there for him.
'The creator of Elixir'- the story which he had dedicated to his Lily after long hours of serious consideration.
He clicked to post the Prologue for which he had sacrificed his night's sleep. He was excited. What his readers would think. And how they'd react.
He posted the prologue and his world went white.
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A\N: I was supposed to post this yesterday. But my file got formatted or whatever idk. It felt like hell. Anyways apologies for the inconvenience.
I'll try to post the next chapter within today.
on second thought, I'll do it tomorrow.
gotta fix up the past chapters.