𝐈, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄

old story

Hey guys if you have read this book and put it in your library I think you might've noticed I do not update often. The thing is, I have trouble writing things such as interaction between two character. Not because of my lack of skills tho I am not the best but because I just cannot put a finger on how the main character would react. His personality is a bit confusing so what I'm gonna do is retry with a fresh start. The old version is under this paragraph with all of my chapters mixed have a great day and sorry if you are disappointed :((

William is a quiet person. He can be entertaining, of course, but it's no matter of entertaining or not. He just chooses to not speak a lot, no reasons.

Some accept it and others bother him because of it. It doesn't really get to him as he puts those people in their place, using his pretty mouth that is most of the time kept shut just to roast few useless clowns.
Can you imagine wasting your voice for this reason? Annoying, right.

William is ordinary but he likes to think he's special in some ways. Does that make him optimistic? If yes, is he any different now?

That's what he often asks himself but strangely enough, he doesn't seek individuality. He just has a lot of thoughts on a lot of subjects.

Take self improvement as an example:

There are many ways he could be more enjoyable to talk to, many ways he could change his bad habits, many ways he could be healthier, many ways he could be prettier and many more ways he could be more perfect. But being perfect is being put into a mold and nobody will find you interesting once the brand reaches overproduction.

Sometimes, he wonders.
He wonders if he likes being himself or if he forces himself to like himself because people said to him that liking himself was the most okay thing to do. He wonders because him himself doesn't know. But the conclusion always stays the same: It's okay to want little changes.

A lot of William's thoughts repeat themselves.

They repeat themselves when he gets bored, they're recycling themselves when he spaces out, they go on and on and on when he sits in swings, alone and at night because night knows how to keep secrets the best. And as he is walking, his mind can't help but think about a single thing: the discomfort he is currently feeling.

It started a few minutes ago, then stopped and started again. Located in his chest, he didn't know if he had to worry about himself or not. That's why he decided to go outside, hoping that the pain would go away.

The sun shone brightly and barely any clouds were covering it as if it was untouchable. But technically, anyone would burn by going near it so I guess is it untouchable. Few people were happily chattering amongst themselves. "Few" as most of them were in fact, not happy. Faint sounds of cars were blending in with their voices, creating the mix of what you would usually hear in a city. Sometimes, a bit of wind would appear out of nowhere and it was greatly appreciated by the citizens due to the warm weather they were in.

Basically, this was a perfect day.

But not so perfect since our main character went from discomfort to laying on the floor in a matter of seconds, did I forget to mention that?
My bad.
Anyways, William, the black haired boy who once was joyful until he turned twelve and learned that growing up was not magically becoming a prince that everyone would bow to, just had a heart attack.

William was once a son too. He had a mother who loved him, until he got a bad grade and then she loved him again. Because she cared for him, she raised him, she carried his not fully developed body in her own, protecting him until he was ready. When he was born, she was there for him, when he grew up she was there too, except she felt like he was never really ready for the real word.