This is something random that I've started to work on for fun and really wanted to share it. I don't know why, it's nothing serious but I'd really like to have some thoughts. This is only the prolouge but don't worry I'll post more later (if u like it, that is) Thanks from the authour.
Prolouge
Dear Reader,
My name is Lacrima Mosa and I have a few things to explain before I start to tell my story. I’ve always loathed reminiscing in my devastating past. There are too many heart wrenching memories to bear. I lost everything, in my past, I’ve left behind too many things that could have been but never were. So much loss. People came and went, homes disappeared while all the material items I held dear were lost. It was as if a monstrous fire engulfed everything that I loved.
But…but the worst was the loss of this one person…and…and it was all my fault. I-I pulled the trigger; everything was out of control. It had been from the beginning; the situation was never in my control and by the time this came to my realization, it was too late. Tragedy was already hanging in the air, waiting but still even then I would not accept that fact. To me, I had everything under control all thanks to my arrogance. And so, I lost everything. Everything. No matter how hard I tried to fight, in the end, my character was still had that major flaw. If only...if only I had known then all of those events could have-would have flowed differently. Then maybe I could have had a happy ending but things don’t work that way.
Therefore, knowing that, I have managed to sit myself down and reflect on my past. Somewhere I discovered the ability to write everything down. It was hard but at least, I have done this without feeling satisfied, there if a purpose for my writing. See it’s too late for me to have a happy ending, what has happened has happened and that’s how it is always going to be. The game of fate has already played out and not even a time machine will be able to stop change those events. So please, if you take the time out of your own schedule to read this then please, please heed my mistakes. Please, please learn from those mistakes. Let me be satisfied in knowing that out of everything I’ve don wrong…I’ve at least done one thing right. Let me be happy for a change. Let me atone.
Thank you Reader,
Lacrima Mosa