Dark Days

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Wake up.

Get out of bed.

Cook.

Eat.

Take a bath.

Dress.

Go to school.

Study.

Interact.

Eat.

Go home.

Cook.

Eat.

Sleep.

A repetitive cycle of getting through the day.

One would say that I'm getting bored.

Even fighting villains doesn't give me the same thrill as before.

You fight.

Deafeat the villain.

Then what?

Not get recognized?

They demand a lot.

Expect a lot.

You do them.

You try to meet their expectations.

But still they belittle you.

Tell you you're not good enough.

What do they want, anyway?

What do they need?

They don't need me.

There's so many heroes out there who's stronger then me.

Perhaps if I go, no one would notice.

...

Wait.

What am I thinking?

I'm not usually like this.

I don't...

I'm confused.

...

Why am I holding a blade in my hand?

...

I have to fight.

To fight an enemy perhaps bigger than myself.

But I can't...

No.

I have to.

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Yep.

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