Library of Ruina 'We stand again'

Chapter 5.5: Never forget

William's POV

I made sure that my hair was properly combed and that my suit was straightened out before walking in the front door to the office that I work at...Midnight office.

It got its name because of how unlike other Fixer offices we operate primarily at dusk or at night which ends up requiring our sleeping schedules to be changed so that we sleep during the day and work at night so we can perform efficiently.

And while some people may have a problem with something like that I actually find it perfectly ok...seeing as how it works perfectly hand in hand with my...condition.

As I walked into the office I looked at my hand...at my deathly pale skin that was almost as white as bones.

William: (Sigh).....(I hate myself so much for this)

My unhealthily pale skin and blood red eyes...there's actually a reason for that because you see...I'm actually an Albino.

Yes an Albino...you know like say an animal gets completely white fur, skin, or scales align with blood red eyes...yeah that can actually happen to humans as well...after all something being al Albino just means theirs a lack of melanin in somethings body which causes their body to be unable to create its natural pigment or color...and this results in a animal...or person having incredibly pale skin and red eyes.

Now when you first hear the word Albino you may think 'rare' or 'cool' or maybe even unique...trust me it's not as cool as you think .

For starters remember that lack of Melanin thing I mentioned? Yeah that's actually a much larger problem then you would think due to the fact that it leads to several medical problems.

One of the most noticeable problems I have is that I'm incredibly sensitive to sunlight...like way more then the average person...so yeah growing up I wasn't able to play outside or have friends so I was generally lonely for most of my life.

Yeah it sucks...I've also heard that people with Albinism also don't live as long as regular people not because Albinism itself causes a shorter lifespan but it does make you more susceptible to things like skin cancer or heart and lung disease and pretty much everything else that can kill you has an easier time doing so...and with the way how I haven't been feeling very well lately I'd guess I've probably got another four or seven years before I bite the dust.....

Not that it would matter if I died...I'd be just another name forgotten here in the city.

But all of that aside, it's what makes Midnight office the only office I can actually work at seeing as how we operate when just about every other office is closed...I don't have to worry about getting a sunburn.

Eventually I made it into my office and looked around, there were several other fixers who were either going over some sort of paper for a request or just having water cooler talk...

I just walked through the office occasion looking out a window as I pass by, I looked up at the sun that had just about set as well as my reflection in the window.

I haven't slept well in months...I'm tired...exhausted both mentally and physically...yet I keep coming to work because what else do I have to do other than stay home and sleep?

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Actually that sounds pretty nice right about now.

William: (But I'm already here so I may as well just get through the day...or night so I can just get this over with)

Eventually I made it to the desk that I usually sat and just waited...for anything honestly...a request for even something as simple as finding a cat would be appreciated right now...

I just need...a reason to keep moving...a reason to keep living.....is that so much to ask?

I tapped my fingers on the desk as I waited patiently for a notification for something to do...even though I'm tired constantly I'd rather be doing something then nothing...like sleeping.

Hey it's something don't give me that look.

I looked around at the other Fixers around me, all of which wore the same suit as me as it was the offices dress code of sorts...but everyone had various different weapons...but mine it hindsight stood out the most...

My sword had a little bit of a...unique function that other weapons don't...of course that doesn't mean much compared to the other fixers here.

William: (Every fixer here is better than me...I'm probably the weakest person here)

I let out a sigh before hanging my head down before resting it on the desk I was sitting at.

William: (I hate being weak...maybe that was the problem...why she did that to me)

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William: (Why do I even try anymore?)

What's the point in all of it? Ever since the city was established my life had been falling downhill consistently...my parents killed by Sweepers...forced to get into a fixer office just to make ends meet...and all I can afford is some cheap apartment with an AC that breaks down every week...and then their was-...

NO!...I- I can't think about her...not right now, I can't afford a breakdown at work.

But still...if I I could find just...one thing to keep living for.....

I would be grateful...for a single hint of light in this darkness that is my life.