Chapter 1
It is alluring, beautiful, and enchanting. It looks directly at me, drawing me towards it. I hear it calling me, "Follow me, my dear, it is the sea."
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Why is there something instead of nothing
(Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz)
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Love is madness, fire kills its owner, It makes him lose his mind, But it does not die with its owner.
"It will remain immortal within the other person, and in whoever witnessed this madness." It's an amusing story passed down by fools
March 21 ,2000
2:30 AM
It's the same heavy perfume scent. I feel someone's here, no, I'm sure of it. Am I hallucinating? I suddenly opened my eyes to meet my beloved "ceiling." I've started seeing it more than my family, sort of. I got up and followed the source of the scent, that heavy perfume that resembles my uncle's New Year's cologne... No... my uncle's cologne is worse... He's not here, is he? What would he even be doing here? How silly of me. "Damn it!" I gasped in horror as I looked at this idiot in the kitchen, rummaging through it at 2:30 in the morning. "What are you doing there, you moron?" "I'm hungry," my brother said, pulling out whatever he liked from the kitchen, even if it wasn't suitable to eat all at once.
"You're going to eat cold meat with oatmeal? Are you serious?"
"You don't understand anything," he said sarcastically.
"You're right, I'll never understand an idiot who eats oatmeal with meat... and roast potatoes!!"
"It's a matter of taste," he said with a smirk.
"Dogs have better taste than you," I said irritably, watching the kitchen turn upside down. I don't even know how he's going to eat all that together.
I headed sleepily towards the bathroom, knowing I wouldn't sleep anyway... How ironic, if only I knew where that perfume was coming from.
"Larasia."
I turned around, surprised by that strange female voice.
"Oh...greedy Hano...did you...did you hear what I just heard?"
"Are you dying?"
"I'm not joking!" I screamed at him in terror. I heard him clearly, I swear. "No... you're hallucinating. Maybe you should marry a psychiatrist," he said sarcastically, his mouth full of that incongruous food.
"Looks like you're in love with my shoe," I said, throwing the shoe at his face with force.
"You're disgusting... damn it... there are spoons... knives... chairs... why the shoe?"
"You two are a perfect match... the dowry is 100,000 crimsons."
"Do you think I'm a lord or a king... wait... what do you mean?"
"My shoe is more valuable than you. Marriage isn't free these days."
"I'd rather kiss the toilet."
"I should marry a shoe... your taste is strange... oh, remember, Halen." "Larasia." He said annoyed
"Her nose looked like a seal's."
"Larasia."
"She weighs 95 kg and has huge ears. Would you really have married her?"
"You..." he said, running angrily towards me. I ran to the bathroom quickly and closed the door, and slammed it in his face
"Ow... ouch... damn... my handsome nose!"
"Oh, right, the nose that grew a beard before you did."
"Who is he, you bastard?"
"Your handsome nose," I said, laughing sarcastically.
"Just you wait, I'll disfigure your face," he said, heading back towards his food.
