[: 1st POV :]
"Who am I…?"
The words slipped out softly, barely audible, almost lost in the air.
Under the hood, my expression tightened. I could feel the weight of every memory pressing down on me, the ache of two lives.
*Well… I guess I'm just a boy who was born as a slave"
I thought bitterly, my fingers curling slightly.
"A boy who met a few people he came to call family… and maybe now… I'm just trying to find home"
Even as I stood among nobles and rulers, all their gazes fixed on me, my mind drifted far away, to a world and a life that felt like a dream.
Before I was reincarnated, I was nothing more than a broken body tied to a bed.
Every day, I'd stare at the ceiling, wishing for strength, praying for freedom, watching the people I loved cry over what I'd become.
I was alive… but I wasn't living.
At some point, I even wish to god to give me death.
And it was granted and then I died… without ever feeling what it meant to truly be free.
