❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 . . .❞
ꗃ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 a boy who became the birth of the Malevolent Tyrant, The founder of Artistry Fortress but no matter how soared up he was above t...
“ But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.. ” ᓚᘏᗢ • ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
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| Chapter XVI |
SAE'S POV:
Mesmerizing shades of cyan, teal irises were caught steadily looking at the window, moistened up by the cold and dampened air of the rain, swollen drops hitting the glass gently, as he stared down at the children playing tag with each other.
He remembered your laughters so vividly, the crevices of your face was etched into his memories, the curve of your smile.
Sae got what he wanted, he really did that's what he says to himself, staring back at his reflection, his once youthful and giddy face now soaked up with uninterested and pure boredom.
But did he really get what he wanted..?
The answer was never revealed until the train of realization smacked him into the face.
He felt empty.
Ever since that day, his spark and joy died, The sun went down melancholy and the clouds formed pouring down a heavy rain and a faint of heartaches.
The day that he himself died.
A piece of himself was torned.
Sae missed his brother and his friend dearly, but he couldn't mutter a single word.
“ Itoshi sae, you'll leave this country to be a skilled midfielder and abandoned your ambition to be the best striker. ”
Sae's breath was stranded against his lungs, as if he drank venom and it was dripping down his throat burning it's flesh.
“ You will do it for him will you..? You will do it for my son he was your friend after all isn't? He must be the greatest stiker after you as his midfielder, wouldn't you want that..? ”
