1.8 |❝It's odd, very odd. I never actually thought that I would have something this happy, especially when the source of my happiness started through my greatest despair.❞
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NOTHING FELT RIGHT Elysian for the passing few weeks. It was all so maniacally bizzare to him, nothing that he did felt real to him anymore. Nothing he did seemed to mean anything to him.The words he shared with his friends were hollow and meaningless, the nights he spent awake trying to read his favourite books were a nuisance to his eyes. Everything annoyed him, it irked him even when he spotted the slightest imperfections.
With a shuddering and scratchy breath Elysian tortured his eyes with the sight of his father's journal. By this point he had read the journal at least twenty times, no exaggeration. That was how obsessed he had became with his father's past. That was what made everything feel so different in his life, he could feel every single component of his origin being either torn or altered. It had been a lie. A lie that he was living in. A lie that had haunted him from the moment he had any form of understanding of the world.
1975 17th December
It's been a few weeks since Siruis left. Never thought I would say this, but I just want him dead. I don't want to wake up the next day knowing that bastard is out there living his life with his mates and I'm here rotting in this cesspool.
