Prologue
Papers were scattered all over the floor, each one bearing sketches smothered in pencil lead. The heavy lines seemed to scream of frustration, marking each drawing as a mistake.
The scratching sound of the pencil echoed through the large, empty room, filling the silence with its persistent rhythm.
Each stroke was imbued with hate and deep hatred.
Everything was hated.
Until a hand reached out, gently grasping the wrist, halting the pencil mid-stroke from the flow of hate that threatened to spill onto the world.
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THE ARCHITECT |Wind breaker|
Fanfiction𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘭'𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. The small, rough hands, that had gripped it through countless pages, it had finally been exhausted. Architect /noun/ |ar·chi·tect| : A person who designs bui...
