This world, known as Earth, has long shared a simple quote among its people, one that shaped how we perceive a fundamental feeling, often considered the most important of all. This feeling is ingrained in our very nature and influences everything we do. Why? Because we, as collective beings living on this sphere of dirt and stone, long for happiness even when we lack the awareness to realize it.
No matter what you may think of what I just said, the biggest question in your mind might be either what the quote was or what this mysterious, life-changing feeling could possibly be.
The quote was short but carried a weight that could resonate like the depths of the ocean:
"Love conquers all"
That feeling when your skin tingles after accidentally brushing against someone, only to realize it was your crush. Or when you see someone so unbelievably, painfully beautiful that your jaw opens wide no matter how hard you try to keep it shut.
That feeling… was love.
No matter what form it takes whether admiration, comfort, or simple presence, the shared sentiment we feel is the same: this emotion is powerful.
It can conquer emperors and reduce them to devoted husbands. It can humble the egotistical. It can manipulate anyone who dares to draw too close.
So, what's my take on love, you ask?
It's fake.
I never received paternal love from my mother or father. Nor did I get love from my sister. I sat alone, broken my eating disorder, sparked by my crumbling mental health, only fueled the ridicule. I was called fat. If I answered a question wrong, I was labeled stupid. If I so much as showed my face to the few friends I had, I was mocked for how ugly I was.
At one point, I even started starving myself just for a little attention from my family. Just to feel like someone cared.
Sometimes, love did appear. Fleetingly. Brief moments when it felt within reach. But every time I stretched out my hand for it, I fell short. My hand would drop, empty, as I crawled toward that leaving warmth.
My paranoia grew. The only thing keeping me sane was my passion for drawing. I painted hundreds of pieces yet all of it felt meaningless. My depression grew severe. Therapy couldn't reach me. Even my love for drawing began to fade. The pit I was falling into felt endless.
And when I was ready, truly ready to end it all, I turned to the internet one last time to say goodbye.
That's when I saw it.
•Rexl.exe • a strange file that had mysteriously appeared near my games folder.
With nothing left to lose, I clicked on it.
A screen popped up.
And what I saw made me confused?.
Do you want to feel love?
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Yes! Ω No...
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Say reader... In this short survey i created.. what do you think i should choose?
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