Breaking the Barriers • BrightWin

Prologue

Prologue

A lot think they're living in a better world but it is just a mere illusion most individuals create. Each individual is born differently. One's abundance of possessions may be another's despair. Some are born surrounded with joy. Whilst many others are faced with challenges and stalked by adversity.

For how Bright and Win sees the world, it had full of dull rocks and unforeseen challenges. One leads a glamorous life whilst the other lived in an impoverished life.

Their lifestyle might have been different, but what made the two similar to each other, was that they're lost.

Win lost a home. For the most periods of his childhood, he lived with no identity. Whereas Bright lost the sense of himself in the process of loving another. It was as if he succumbed into the abyss.

The only memory Win had was his name. That was what the orphanage named him as they saw that being printed at the ends of his handkerchief which they found in his little pocket when they got him. That was his only prized possession; the only thing he could hold onto relating to his real family.

He once got adopted by a rich family, but lasted there for only a short amount of time. At first, they were great, but as time went by, they became abusive. Fortunately for Win, he managed to escape that household.

He started hobbling across the street at such a ripe age. Judging by his body and looks, he presumed he's now probably at the age of 23 years old. Leading a very simple life, he had to beg for his livelihood. He had no guarantee of safety, neither do have the comfort of a house to return to.

He had to face the adverse effects of heat and cold; rambling around from street to street, village to village, locality to locality, and most of the time sitting over a crowded roadside whilst begging for alms and clothing.

He wears dirty faded garments and even an ample amount of food to fill his growling appetite could rarely be attained that he sometimes deteriorate from malnutrition and an abounding blazon of sickness.

That is his cold-hearted reality. They say, life as a kid was great, you wouldn't have any problems to worry about. Unfortunately, at that age he probably didn't know much but as a kid, he has to suffer in this crude, greedy world. It is not even having to think and loathe his whole existence, not having to question the outcome of his fate, but to suffer ceaseless bulk of chattels which he may not divine.

If only he could wish for one thing, he wanted to travel back to the past, especially to the exact time when he was born; to the time when he could still feel his parents' embrace; to the time where he could feel their solemnly soft kisses on him. Getting pushed around in a stroller all day, to being fed, to being put up to bed at night-time with dozens of stuffed dolls around... but then, all he could do is to just dream and be hopeful that they're still alive.

Bright, on the other hand, possesses valuable great material wealth. He's always dashing in an immaculately neat designer suit with an Italian leather sheathed in his feet. Everyone sees him as a man of perfection yet with a cold-hearted soul. Bright is a polar opposite to his name or at least that is how people see him for he invariably serves an aura of authority and power that he tend to seem like a merciless man.

On a cold summer night, Win stood at the front of a closed store, when a tiny drop of liquid hit his skin. When he looked up at the dark grey starless sky, the wind started to howl across him and heard the roaring thunder, that's when he quickly hurtled to stash out the corrugated boards he used for sleeping; looked for a shade to avoid getting hit by the stinging rain.

Times like these makes it complicated for him to find a spot as there were hardly any shades around.

He spotted a church and ran across it. That was by far the only place that was kind enough to offer him shelter for tonight.