Chronicles of Another World
There was a young man that lived in constant despair, often he wondered where it all gone wrong. Though he couldn't exactly quite pinpoint it, as things had never gone in his favor.
Was it his choice to be born in a world so warped that allowed him to suffer? Despite trying to escape his ill-gotten fate it was futile. Perhaps it was destiny that he'd leave the world just as he came into it, alone.
On a day like any other, beautiful without a cloud in sight, bright and sunny. Lay a young disheveled young man, perhaps in another life he would have blossomed into an idol with his handsome looks, his charming and wavy curly hair contrasting his sharp features.
Though what good does mentioning this do for the young man, his malnutrition and years on the street have worn him down. A beggar like any other, his will that once burned brightly had dwindled into a dying ember, flickering and ready to go out any second.
At this point there was no direction left for the young man, after all these years he'd finally succumbed to death's sweet temptation.
He'd finally found his way out, in his final hours he was laying by a dumpster despondent. His eyes glazed over, his breathing became shallower by the second, with chills beginning to spread throughout his body.
His voice felt weak and raspy, a voice that once screamed against the injustice of the world, one that rebelled against fate. That voice had grown hoarse and tired, during these last hours it had been silenced.
He stopped struggling.
Why cling on to life?
This was his destiny, forgotten and uncared for the majority of his life, such a world would continue to spin, with his death at best being mentioned in an article clipping.
Strangely enough, however, this wouldn't be his last moments. Ironically, he was finally noticed and it was by an unfathomable being, one that'd grant him a different escape.
Was it a new fate rewritten, or a coincidence?
Sivle · แฟนตาซี
