"Normal"
is when you are a replica of everyone else.
"Normal"
is where everybody stands as the same person.
"Normal"
is who everybody accepts as one of them.
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"Normal"
Is not when you get shoved out of nowhere by your long lost dad and have to...
(...) = Undistinguished comment/sentence. Reasons can vary according to the protagonist's situation (ears blocked, language barrier, etc)
◇ ═ Start of Chapter 2 ═ ◇
Taisiya's POV
When I woke up, I felt as if I was laying on a cold solid ground. My neck felt numb as I turned around and opened my eyes to white blindness. It was not after I was fully awake that I realized I could still see myself clearly and it was my surroundings that were a bright white glow.
There wasn't a single speck not covered in white as I turned myself around the place. I felt as if I could walk miles and miles and still not find a single inch of colour.
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"Hello?" I called out, my voice echoing throughout the room like an endless melody. 'According to story cliches, there's a small chance that I would die here and a medium chance that-'
"Hello," a deep orotund voice came from behind me, interrupting my thoughts. Flinching, I quickly turned around, only to trip on my own feet and land against me back, my head hitting the floor as I stumbled down.
'Oh Jesus no I did not just do a fall in front of your destined soulmate cliche'
Groaning in pain, I heard the person in front of me chuckle as I felt them gaze upon me. Looking up, I saw a tall lanky man with tidy silky white-blonde hair similar to my own, blue-green eyes that were full of joyous emotions, and a familiar heartwarming smile that made me want to burst into tears.
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"P... Papa?" I shuttered, eyes wide as I looked up to the man standing in front of me. The man smiled even wider and nodded, his white-blonde hair brushing against his forehead.
"My baby Tasyenka," the man who claims to be my father called with a soft smile. I stared at him and clenched my fist before shaking my head.
My eyes swelled up at the name he called, the nickname he had called me before his disappearance. The name I hadn't heard for more than 7 years.
"N-no, Papa's gone! He... He's gone... You're not my Papa....," I voiced though it felt as if I were talking to myself than the person in front of me. The man sighed and crouched down in front of me. He stared at me with a sad smile plastered on his face.
