prologue
Henrich Allesandro (villain)
*In another life*
Henrich Allesandro (villain)
perhaps I might have been more than this. Perhaps, if someone had seen me, truly seen me, I could have been saved. Maybe, just once, I might have felt what it means to be loved… to be enough. But the world has no mercy for those like me. And so I leave it, as I lived—unwanted, and alone.
Henrich Allesandro (villain)
Was it too much to ask?
Henrich thought, the weight of the world finally lifting as his body gave out.
Henrich Allesandro (villain)
To be held... to be wanted? All my life, I searched for a hand that would pull me from the darkness, a voice that would call me by name—not with fear, not with hatred, but with love. Perhaps, if the stars had been kinder, I could have been someone different. Someone better. But in this story... in this cursed life... I was born to be the villain. And so, I leave this world as I lived it—empty, forgotten, unloved.
rose Steven (fl past life)
(Flipping through the final pages of the novel, her room dimly lit by the glow of her bedside lamp.)Henrich… the villain everyone despised…(She pauses)Died alone, unloved, and hated by all
She sighs deeply, closing the book for a moment before resting her chin on her hand.
rose Steven (fl past life)
(Talking to herself.)But why did it have to end like this? Did no one see the pain he carried all his life? The way he was wronged… neglected… broken?
She opens the book again, reading the haunting description of Henrich’s final moments.
rose Steven (fl past life)
A villain, they called him. But he wasn’t born cruel—he was made that way. If someone had cared, had tried to reach him, maybe his story could have been different.
She leans back against the headboard, staring up at the ceiling, lost in thought.
rose Steven (fl past life)
(Whispers softly.)I wish I could rewrite his story. To show him love, to change his fate
The words seem to linger in the air as she slowly drifts off to sleep, the novel still clutched in her hand
The room begins to shift around her, the edges of reality blurring like ink spilled on parchment. Her breath catches as a strange warmth washes over her
rose Steven (fl past life)
(Suddenly wide awake, voice trembling.)What… what’s happening?
The pages of the book glow faintly, its ink swirling as though alive. Her vision grows hazy, and she feels herself being pulled into the light.
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