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Jack Hanma And Retsu

The Opposite Of Jack

Jack? This world knows a few Jacks. You might know Jack Dawson. Yeah, the beautiful Jack from Titanic. Jack Dawson, that guy had a sincere love for Rose, a free spirit, and a captivating presence—oh, and he was poor. Well, except for the captivating presence, that guy's clearly not me. Poor? Hell no, I've had everything since birth that you’d struggle for decades to get. A free spirit? No, I've lived by schedules and rules since I was five. Sincere love? No, I don’t think so; the love I have is obsession. Lady Daisy, a ballerina. The first time I saw her, she was a cute little girl running around in pink ballet shoes. Who knew she’d grow into such a captivating woman? Wavy ash-grey hair cascading down, shining green eyes, light skin, and a perfect body. After a long time, I saw her again. when she came to the hospital where I work with her coach; her leg was injured, badly. When I saw her as a kid, I admired her, she was so beautiful, with her bouncing ponytail, like a real-life Barbie. But now I understand, I’m not just admiring her; I’m addicted. Since she became my patient, I can’t stop thinking about her, searching for her, finding her. When she’s away, I’ll do anything to find her again, like a drug. Ahh… and would Jack Dawson die for Rose? We’re very different, huh? I’m not. I won’t die for her; in this vast world, only I deserve to be with her. I won't die until she ends up with someone else. Instead, I’ll kill for her, oh… I did. Because I’m the opposite of that Jack. I’m Jack Knight.
Ms_Acasa · 10 Views

Remembrance And Recollection

Wishes are subjective, and those who are reborn are nothing but hypocrites unworthy of the first. Words crumble to ashes, and memories of their origins resonate within fractured bodies. Amid a dream that is no mere illusion but a radiant illumination, shadows grow deeper, and the truth reveals itself, a child’s dream begins. I woke up in a world of uncertainty, a realm twisted and cruel, where swords clash, blood stains the ground, and monstrous beasts stalk the living. Flying ships drift above boundless chains that shackle the sky, while wars rage endlessly with weapons both ancient and unknown. It’s a place where beauty and terror coexist, where joy flickers like a fragile flame before being consumed by shadow. I am Celm, a man whose memories feel like shards of glass, fractured, distant, and painful. I don’t know who I truly am or why this world feels both alien and hauntingly familiar. The forsaken lands around me pulse with disasters and despair, as people endure a cycle of torment they cannot escape. And yet, hidden within this chaos lies a haunting beauty, a world that shifts and bends under the weight of forgotten truths. In this labyrinth of suffering and wonder, whispers of the Forsaken World linger, a place where the truth is absolute, where the laws of other realms erode, and where even gods lose their divinity. Every step I take feels like a descent into something deeper, a dream interwoven with reality and riddled with secrets. What is my place in this nightmare? What lies at the heart of a dream so vivid it burns brighter than light itself? I don’t know where the path leads, but I do know one thing: the truth, however unbearable, cannot be avoided forever.
preachingBombs · 9.6K Views
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