✧. ┊ 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜︕ 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗 ✘ 𝚐𝚗︕ 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
ʺ 𝐡𝐞𝐲 , 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 ? ʺ
╰┈➤ After being raised in a poor environment, your life met a tragic end. Dying without a place to call home, how pathetic was that?
The only source o...
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In your dream, there was a child whose tears had run dry.
A child who longed to feel the comfort of a home. To be loved, supported, appreciated.
A mere child who wished for things that were forever out of reach.
It hurt. It hurt, so much. But you deserved this, right? Everything was your fault, wasn't it?
Could you even call yourself a human? When the people in your life that were supposed to care for you, neglected and abused you like some animal?
In the next moment, you were back in that cramped and dark closet.
Completely alone, left to die in that engulfing darkness. No one was coming to help you, no one was coming to save you. There was no one, and there would always be no one.
You resented everything and everyone, but the person you resented the most was yourself.
You were better off dead.
The darkness of the room began to evolve, enveloping your mind and body until you were no more.
You didn't struggle. You felt lifeless, as though you were truly a doll that lost its purpose. And so you let it happen. You let the feeling of anguish take you, drowning and submerging you in the depths of despair.
But deep underneath the surface, in the void of your heart, there was a child wanting to be saved.
Your hand reached out in that same cramped closet. The darkness stung your arm as you moved, piercing your hand like the darkness was seeping into you.
You reached, reached for something. Anything.
But nobody came.
Your eyes drifted open, awakening to the harsh reality you hoped was all just a bad dream.
It had now been four days since you fled from the Fatui. Your missing appearance would've definitely set off alarms by now, but it didn't matter anymore.
You clutched the non-lit vision in your hand, where the electro energy once flourished.
After your vision cracked, you were significantly weakened in power. If your vision still regained its power, you would've made it beyond Sneznhayan borders already. But, the ambition of your vision had forsaken you, just as the one you called "father" did.
Once you had no more use, you were abandoned. You had nowhere to direct your blame, except at yourself and the ability that caused this all.
The power of future sight, paired with the memories of your past life... It was a curse that was disguised as a blessing.
If you never had this ability, could you have been able to live a normal life?
...No, maybe if you were never born in the first place...
