COTE: The eyes of a Lucifer

SS: N°1

I know what I want, I know when to get it; it seemed like a surefire way to make succeed in this life. Yet, my life was already falling and it went with constant failure.

I had to wait however, until that time comes. My meeting with him would all but surely be fateful. The man I once met, he would grace my eyes with his signature face. I knew that by then, maybe a knife would be at my throat. All I knew was that he was dangerous.

I knew it all too well, I just had to wait until I met him again.

My evil, my mirror, my eyes. The man who reflected everything, I was due an audience with him soon. I couldn't wait until I met him again. I wanted to look into his eyes again, I wanted to relive the nostalgia in my memories.

"I can't wait to meet you K." I giggled before looking out the window.
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With my life being so short lived, I wanted to recap on what I know. I had no grudge towards anyone but god, I only had desolate looks to look at. I couldn't blame them if they were the same as me.

I couldn't blame him, I couldn't look at him and say that any of this was his fault. But it technically was, we all knew and that made him a target; I was once like that but I eventually realised how cruel his life was.

We all had no parents and that created less familiarity so that we couldn't be able to say that it was their fault. If I knew that my parents sent me here then I would obviously hate them. It was then that I realised how cruel his life was, he had a father and yet that man sent him here.

I didn't pursue him after that, even though I knew how harsh this environment was. All I focused on was surviving and even then I failed.

I had to struggle the most and learn the slowest. I was stuck with the hope that this wasn't all I was detained to, that this place wasn't everything I was going to see.

I wanted a home, a real home with love and care. So that notion and dream didn't work out, I didn't get that chance; this was my world and I lived in it. My whole existence being surrounded by nothing.

I remember, I once talked to him and that changed my whole view of the world once again. We only addressed each other by either our initials or code number. However, this was the first time I ever addressed him as him. Not someone who was a product like myself.

"If I die, go on and live for me." Were the words I remember the most.

He said those words, I understood how heavy they were. The sentiments behind it because out of all of us, he was the one most destined to death.

I knew and I listened, those moments were similar to a sendoff; I didn't really understand how he would do it to himself but I think he implied it.

I remember vaguely, the boy was someone who had everything and nothing. They were separated by that blankness, he knew it all too well. I couldn't help but feel pity for him. It even made me forget for a moment how unlucky I was.

I guess that was where it started, I began pitying everyone. I even began prioritising survival for others instead of myself. Yet, they failed whilst I progressed. This universe was keeping me alive for a purpose and I didn't know.

I could always look at him and know, for some reason me and him were in sync. Even after he began pulling away from us, the boy who was once so close to death; he started facing it and winning.

I don't remember when I saw him, but I did see him. The whispers and mutters, the boy who was so full of life was reduced to a muttering mess. I was almost tempted to approach him, I know that if I did then I wouldn't hear those words.