Facade | Near

Edit from me, years after: Sometimes I go back to this book and see just how wack my writing was years younger. I would delete this right away, but coming back to laugh at how I sucked at writing in general is kinda fun. If anyone stumbles upon this, don't take it seriously. It's written with the mind of a child who did NOT know anything about plot planning and writing properly.

FAIR WARNING: 𓅥 turn back now. spare yourself from the unironic cringefest.

"Our life cannot be predicted. No matter how much planning you do, You can't predict what happens next."

Keeping up with an emotionless facade is a difficult job even for liars. Nate River is a sharp and witty prodigy, a quick successor to L. On first look, he might seem like a man with no guilt and conscience, a sociopath, but chances are, you are blinded by a mask he wore. Blinded by the sharp lies of his true persona.

Dull. The world around him was dull. It was not full of colors, it wasn't 'breathtakingly beautiful. He views the world as empty, an empty white surface. He views humanity as the dirt smeared on the surface. He views humanity as filth.

Vibrant. She was vibrant, despite her hardships, despite death and despite the lie of life. She can keep smiling. She can keep hoping and she can keep rising. She paints the blank walls with color and converts filth into art.

How in the world, can a normal person, crack the mask of a generated prodigy. How can she even touch it in the first place?

One doubt. I don't think the girl herself is normal.