A worn down soul, and a tattered body. But with a burning will to live.
What a man can do to achieve his dream?
How much can he fall to parch that dry longing?
How much can he spill the searing blood of others, to once again feel the warmth of his own?
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"I want to be embraced."
"I want to feel that forgotten warmth again."
"I miss you and wants to meet you again."
But, does he have the capacity to embrace others?
To accept the world which rejected him?
To give his own light to others, and be the warmth of many?
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Note: This will be my first serious novel, and also a precious experience to write different scenarios and characters. I have actually not decided much of the plot, but will develop the story while writing itself. So, it might lack something which I don't recognise. I will be thankful if everyone can give their precious thoughts on my writing.
My english is not native–level, so I can't guarantee a high standard, but I will try my best and improve. Suggestions are most welcome!
I will also upload this work on Royal Road by the same book name, and author name.
Chapter Length: ~2000 words
Upload Frequency: 1 to 2 chapters per week.
Thank you for reading!
