Julian gazed up towards the sky as he was knocked off the rooftop.
-It's the same feeling again… the same feeling of being hurt… and in pain. How could I forget?
In reality and in truth, Julian, or before he was 'Julian', was Lilian.
Lilian from the planet called earth.
In a world he had forgotten long since his first death, had recalled a bitter memory that seeped into the depths of his soul.
It wasn't a memory meant to be remembered, rather a memory that should've been forgotten.
…
In the cold streets of Paris, a homeless orphan boy struggled to survive on the merciless streets of a world he'd left behind.
The cold. The hunger. The constant fear. It all came rushing back with vivid clarity.
By the time he was 10 years old, he had lived in poverty on the streets of Paris, never having known his family.
