nyslfriends Chapter 623 - 137.1 - The Kid
Chapter 623 - 137.1 - The Kid
Chapter 623 - 137.1 - The Kid
'He's lost everything,' I thought as I studied him. 'There's nothing left for him.'
That empty look was familiar.
It reminded me of myself, of the days when I had wandered with no purpose other than to die—when I had clung to vengeance, but without the strength or means to do anything about it. Back then, my eyes had been just like his.
Dead, but still walking.
The boy hadn't flinched when Zharokath was about to devour him. He had stood there, accepting his fate without question.
No fear, no resistance—just the quiet acceptance that death was inevitable.
That kind of resignation only came from a life of suffering, from being ground down until the will to live was crushed completely
I could already imagine what kind of life he had lived. An orphan, most likely, raised in a place where hope had long since died. An orphanage, perhaps, tied to demons, where children were nothing more than livestock. Raised not as individuals with futures, but as prey for beings like Zharokath. Used, discarded, forgotten.
'He doesn't even have a reason to run,' I thought, watching the boy's frail form as he stood there. There was no escape for him in his mind, no place to go that would offer anything different from what he had already endured.
I could understand that emptiness. I had been there. It was a suffocating void, where the only solace came from the idea that everything might end soon.
For a moment, I wondered what would become of him now. Freed from one predator, but left alone in a world that wouldn't offer him much more than the same cruelty. I couldn't help but feel the weight of that thought, knowing the fate that awaited him if I simply let him go.
'But what am I supposed to do?' I thought, the question hanging in the back of my mind. I wasn't a savior, and this world wasn't a place for second chances. The same truth that had shaped me would shape him, one way or another.
Yet, as I stood there, staring into the boy's empty eyes, I knew one thing for certain. He didn't deserve to die like this. Not without a fight.
"You..." I said quietly, my voice calm but firm. "Do you want to live?"
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Eryon's breath caught in his throat. He had never seen such beauty in his life. The contrast between these people and the drab, decaying world of the orphanage was almost too much to bear. The children, used to seeing nothing but their own reflection of hopelessness, were mesmerized by the elegance and grace of the strangers.
The leader of the group, a tall man with a striking, almost ethereal appearance, stepped forward. His voice, when he spoke, was warm and soothing, filled with kindness that felt foreign to the children's ears.
"We are here to help," he said, smiling gently at the children. His teeth were white, gleaming in the dim light of the orphanage. "We've heard about the conditions here, and we want to offer a solution. We can provide you with food, warmth, and care—everything you've been missing."
A murmur of disbelief ran through the orphans. Help? Real help? It seemed impossible, too good to be true.
Eryon, standing near the back, felt something stir within him—a spark of hope, though small and fragile. Could this be real? After all the years of suffering, could someone truly want to help them? He had long since stopped hoping for a better life, but the sight of these strangers made that long-dead hope flicker in his chest, just for a moment.
The group's leader continued, his gaze sweeping across the room, taking in the ragged children and the crumbling walls. "We can give you all a better life. A chance to leave this place, to escape the hardships you've endured. We can offer you a future."
The children were silent, unsure how to respond. The caretakers stood in the shadows, their faces impassive, neither endorsing nor rejecting the proposal. They had long since given up on promises of hope themselves.
The man's smile widened, his voice softening. "All we ask in return is a small commitment. We have a place where children like you can thrive, where you can grow strong and learn valuable skills. In exchange for your cooperation, you will be taken care of, as you deserve."
The room was filled with hesitant glances. No one dared to speak, too afraid that it might all disappear if they voiced their thoughts.
Eryon's heart raced. It was the first time in his life that anyone had offered him anything beyond survival. He had never known what it felt like to be wanted, to be seen as something more than just a body to toil. But these people, with their kindness and beauty, were offering him a way out—a chance to escape the confines of the orphanage, to leave behind the hunger and the hopelessness.
The other children began to whisper, their eyes wide with a mixture of fear and excitement. Could this be the opportunity they had all been waiting for? Could this be their way out?
Eryon clenched his fists, uncertainty swirling in his mind. Something deep within him warned him to be cautious, but the pull of the strangers' promise was too strong. He had spent his entire life in the darkness of the orphanage, and now, for the first time, there was a glimmer of light. It was impossible to ignore.
The man noticed the hesitation in the room and spoke again, his voice like honey, smooth and persuasive. "I understand your fear. But I assure you, this is no trick. We only wish to help you, to offer you a life of comfort and safety."
Eryon, like the others, was torn. On one hand, the orphanage was all he had ever known, and it had taught him not to trust too easily. But on the other hand, the possibility of escape, of a life beyond these crumbling walls, was too tempting to pass up.
The decision weighed heavily on him, but as he looked into the eyes of the strangers, their beauty and confidence radiating in the gloom of the orphanage, he felt his resolve waver. Perhaps, just this once, hope wasn't a lie. Perhaps these people truly were his way out.
Yet, little did he know that this was when everything had changed.