Genetic Broken Uprising

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Boom sat by the small window, lost in thought, while the faint hum of the bustling city below provided a distant, steady soundtrack to his solitude. The skyline stretched out in the distance, a jagged silhouette of steel and glass that rose defiantly against the darkening sky.

Each illuminated building stood like a silver dagger, sharp and stark, their brilliance slicing through the dusky curtain of the evening. The city lights flickered and danced, mimicking the distant constellations above, casting a deceptive glow that suggested vibrancy and life. Yet, this vibrant spectacle felt detached from Boom's reality, as if a distant planet spinning in its own orbit.

Inside, the livingroom felt hollow, the silence around him palpable and heavy. Boom crossed his arms tightly over his chest, a reflexive gesture of self-comfort against the invisible chill seeping through his skin, into his very bones.

It was not the air that was cold, but the weight of thoughts and memories that circled like a winter's breeze within him. The warmth and life outside, so close yet so far, felt like a world he could no longer reach.

His heart raced wildly as if trying to drown out the persistent echo of Aou's departure, a moment that now seemed etched into the very fabric of his consciousness. The events of the day replayed in his mind with relentless clarity, each memory sharper and more poignant with every recall. Questions surged and ebbed like relentless tides, weaving a complex tapestry of doubts, fears, and persistent what-ifs that tugged at him, threatening to unravel the tenuous thread of his composure.

As he sat there, feeling the weight of uncertainty pressing down on him, he closed his eyes and drew a long, deliberate breaths. Boom allowed his gaze to drift slowly away from the mesmerizing cityscape outside, rich with its tapestry of lights and shadows, and turned his attention inward to the room.

Here, his brothers and Ohm were scattered about, like pieces of a cherished, familiar puzzle—some lay sprawled comfortably on the floor, others were draped over the couches in casual grace, each in various states of peaceful slumber. The crackling fireplace cast a tender, flickering glow over their sleeping forms, softening their features and lending an air of serenity to their repose.

Their faces, unworried and calm, seemed untouched by the burdens of the day, the subtle rise and fall of their chests underscored by gentle, rhythmic breaths that began to weave their own soothing cadence amidst his restless thoughts.

He felt a sharp pang of envy pierce through him as he watched them, their untroubled slumber representing a world he longed to enter. How he wished to slip the bonds of his persistent worries, to let the gentle wave of sleep wash over him and carry him to a place of peace, free from the tumult that his thoughts continuously stirred.

Most of Boom's life had been a relentless battle against the shadows that clawed at the edges of his consciousness, suffering from night terrors that loomed like unyielding specters. Sleep eluded him, slipping through his fingers like sand, leaving him weary and haunted in the dim light of day. The nights were a battlefield where fear thrived, transforming the familiar sanctuary of his room into a twisted landscape of nightmares that felt all too real.

In his younger years, when the terrors threatened to swallow him whole, he would find himself seeking refuge in the one place that had always offered him solace—Zee's bedroom. But the solace was often short-lived; Zee, with his own restless mind and unyielding resolve, would eventually kick him out, muttering in annoyance, shooing him away like a moth drawn too close to a flame.