How can we be like others?

How can we be like others?

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A boy named Acacius, 19, as he grow older he had a fun and exciting life, always dreaming to be the best artist in the whole wide word, but one unusual day everything turns to be weird. He sees, encounter, hears, smells and touches things that other people don't sees, encounter, hears, smells and touches. He had a unknown disease in his head that makes him feel paranoid and unsure of the things around him. And then he meet Nebula, a girl who doesn't like people and always stay at the side of the library, day dreaming about things. Everything is unsure for him until he met her. But what if she isn't real, what if she is just an illusion. And the question that always present to him is, how can we be like others?
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In a world where everyone wants to be aesthetic, she's used to being admired but never truly seen. Compliments come easy-"You're so pretty!" "You look amazing!"-but no one ever asks, "Are you okay?" For the longest time, she's felt like a painting in a gallery-gazed at, praised, but never really known. Then there's him. He's not the poetic type who spins metaphors about her beauty, nor the mysterious bad boy everyone secretly obsesses over. He's just... him. The kind of person who forgets his umbrella on rainy days, orders the same coffee every morning, and sometimes stumbles over his words when he's excited. The first time they talked, he didn't stare too long. Didn't say she was breathtaking. Instead, he simply asked: "Pagod ka na ba?" And somehow, that meant more than any compliment ever did. With him, she doesn't have to be perfect. She doesn't have to be put together, doesn't have to filter her words or curate every moment. She can be quiet, messy, lost in her thoughts-and still, he stays. He listens. He waits. He makes her feel like she doesn't have to be anyone else but herself. Sometimes, love isn't about grand gestures or heart-fluttering moments. Sometimes, it's just someone who makes space for you, who stays even when the moment isn't aesthetic, even when you're not your best, even when you have nothing to say. And for the first time, she doesn't feel like a painting in a gallery. She feels like she's home.

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