Previous Title: It Started With A Dice
"Our life cannot be predicted. No matter how much planning you do, You can't predict what happens next."
Keeping up with an emotionless facade is a difficult job even for liars. Nate River is a sharp and witty prodigy, a quick successor to L. On first look, he might seem like a man with no guilt and conscience, a sociopath, but chances are, you are blinded by a mask he wore. Blinded by the sharp lies of his true persona.
Dull. The world around him was dull. It was not full of colors, it wasn't 'breathtakingly beautiful'. He views the world as empty, a blank empty white surface. He views humanity as the dirt smeared on the pale black bathroom walls of society. He views humanity as filth.
Vibrant. She was vibrant, despite her hardships, despite death and despite the lie of life. She can keep smiling. She can keep hoping and she can keep rising. She paints the blank walls with color and converts filth into art.
How in the world, can a normal person, crack the mask of a generated prodigy. How can she even touch it in the first place?
Maybe all Nate needed was normality.
IMPORTANT NOTE: Hi. I came from the future, and I want to tell you that this book was made when I didn't know shi-, so please, turn away.
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Facade | Near
FanfictionEdit from me, years after: Sometimes I go back to this book and see just how wack my writing was years younger. I would delete this right away, but coming back to laugh at how I sucked at writing in general is kinda fun. If anyone stumbles upon this...
