Before there was everything, there was nothing. All there was left… was us. Ground Realistica. Said to be filled with countless stories both seen by few and unseen by many, all progressing through the timeless history. It is our world, where we all lived till death, where everything first originated, where everything… was created. But deep within the endless paradox of life and death… lies the talentless Symbol of Creation. A pathetic man who is useless, worthless, good for nothing, a man who was unable to do absolutely anything… so he decided to create EVERYTHING before his death. But what accompanied his death… was everything that originated simply through his endless storage of imagination.
I warn you—this is not your ordinary Romance story. At least, what it was supposed to be… Some change because it is natural, some change for the better, but sometimes… some changes weren't supposed to happen, becoming unprecedented. If anything, it is rather disturbing.
"My power does not define who I am"
"How can I protect one another?"
"Even to this day, I still couldn't understand you."
"Existence is just a mere source of entertainment."
"We didn't live for the amusement of those who watched!!"
"Look here brat, there is a reason why you are the Symbol of Connection!"
"Then why do you look like you were looking for it?"
"Let's go."
"I wish I was in your shoes."
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"Tell me, how's life… without my interference?"
And so, cuts to the scenery, in World Dawn Romantica. Inside of a house in a neighborhood of Malacca City, Malaysia, is a 16 year old girl with long blond hair that shines due to the sunlight that enters the room from the windows, having a height of 157cm, and features considered as stunningly beautiful yet seemingly childish. She is laying down on the bed, drooling and sleeping in the middle of the morning whilst her own alarm clock is ringing, trying to wake her up.
On the other hand, downstairs of the house, is a mother cooking breakfast. She could hear the ringing of the alarm clock, so she started to scream to wake up the sleeping beauty upstairs;
Mother: "Wake up!!! Trizha!!!"
And so, 'Trizha' instantly woke up along with instantly sitting up from her bed while drool is still in her mouth, her hair being messy, and an expression of tiredness. She then rubs her exceptionally large eyes with purple pupils, as she looks around with her free eye, gazing around before noticing the clock on the walls in front of her. But due to waking up early, her vision was blurry. So she focused her eyes onto the clock.
Trizha: "Huh…?"
Trizha says as she focuses harder, trying to take control of her eyesight. And that was until her mother screamed once again for her name, forcing Trizha to cover her ears.
Trizha: "Ugh… Coming!!"
She says in annoyance, muttering some words in her mouth before looking on the clock again as her blurriness clears, realizing that it's 7am in the morning. She was late for school.
Trizha: "OH SHIII-"
Trizha then immediately got off her bed, went to her closet to wear her school uniform, picked up her bag and phone, before rushing downstairs.
Meanwhile, Trizha's mother, as she notices Trizha rushing downstairs while cooking breakfast in the kitchen, started to smile teasingly after she figured that Trizha would panic after a short realization.
Trizha's Mother: "Well, young woman, I thought I told you to sleep early?"
She says as she puts her hands on her hips, looking at Trizha with a smug smile.
Trizha, clearly both annoyed and panicking while sweating too, spoke in an annoyed tone while putting on perfume to hide the fact that she was sweating.
Trizha: "Not fair! My alarm clock didn't alarm me!"
Trizha's Mother: "Yes it did. You're just being clumsy."
She then finishes cooking as she places the food on the plate and places it on the table, smiling at Trizha.
Trizha's Mother: "Now settle down and eat the omelet here before you leave. I wouldn't want my baby girl to leave with an empty stomach."
Trizha hesitates for a second, but the omelette looked so good and tasty that her body defied her will, walking to the table and beginning to eat but a bit faster while being worried about getting late. Her Mother notices this and chuckles.
Trizha's Mother: "Don't eat too fast darling, you'll choke."
Trizha: "Bruf aym goming tuh be lay! (But I'm going to be late)"
She responded while chewing at the same time, making her voice less understandable. Although her mother still understood her.
Trizha's Mother: "I know that you're late, we've all been there. But that doesn't matter, because all it matters is that you're eating safely and peacefully. Now eat slowly."
Trizha: "Y-yes ma'am!"
Trizha says as she begins to eat slowly. But whenever her mom isn't looking, she stubbornly eats faster until she looks again. But even so, her mother can still hear her chewing much faster when she's not looking. Sighing in disappointment, Trizha's mother looks at her daughter, smiling softly to her as she begins to say;
Trizha's Mother: "Trizha."
Trizha then lifts her head up to look at her mother, with his cheek rounded due to unswallowed food inside her mouth, listening to her mother.
Trizha's Mother: "...i may be your adoptive mother but, as a mother, it is still my job to protect you and take care of you, while I'm still around. So whenever I'm not around… please, take care of yourself."
Trizha listens intently to her… Adoptive mother, her face filled with fascination. But that expression soon dies out, replaced with an arrogant smirk on her face.
Trizha: "Heh, what was that? Did you get that from a Facebook post or something? Maybe instagram? Because I definitely read a post similar to what you just said recently."
Trizha's mother's smile fades as she hears her daughter act skeptically to her genuine concern. When a mother is gone, it is only natural that the child takes care of themselves…
After a second, Trizha finishes her food and drinks a glass of water before grabbing her bag and rushes out of the house, but not before turning to her adoptive mother with a smile on her face, noticing her saddened and disappointed look.
Trizha: "Oh by the way, I was just kidding. Words may sometimes hurt and be cold, but hugs are definitely warm and healful!"
Trizha says cheerfully, before rushing to her mother and hugs her warmly, causing her adoptive Mother to be surprised to Trizha's action, which then softens as she smiles softly to her embrace hugging her back as if Trizha was her real child.
And so, Trizha breaks the hug and turns around, before walking out of the house.
Trizha: "Bye, Mom!"
Trizha's Mother watches Trizha walk out for a few seconds, and when she's gone, the mother immediately runs after her, reaching her hand to her one and only precious daughter.
Trizha's Mother: "W-wait-!"
But suddenly, she was stopped by Trizha's grandmother, using her cane to stop Trizha's Mother from going any further.
Trizha's Grandmother: "That's as far as you go, Claria."
Trizha's Grandmother then looks at Trizha from afar, watching her walk on the sidewalk.
Trizha's Grandmother: "Best we let that stubborn child do what she wants, while at youth."
She then turns to Mother Claria, who is also staring at Trizha from afar.
Trizha's Grandmother: "Looking at your face, even if you confessed and expressed those words to Trizha, you still want her by your side regardless of her… whatever state she's going to experience later on, don't you?"
Mother Claria stays silent for a few moments, keeping her eyes on Trizha until she is finally out of sight.
Mother Claria: "...perhaps I got carried away… but you're not wrong."
She then takes out a phone, messaging Trizha to always keep her updated, out of concern, as she smiles softly to herself.
Mother Claria: "She may be 16 right now, but… she's still my precious child."
Trizha's Grandmother looks at Mother Claria with a softened expression, chuckling silently.
Trizha's Grandmother, in her mind: "Heh. Oh, Trizha… you should be grateful, having a mother like that, even one that isn't by blood, is certainly rare."
The Grandmother then turns slightly, noticing the entire family entering the living room. All look for Trizha, missing her already leaving early when it was late for Trizha herself.
Trizha's Grandmother, in her mind: "...not to mention a perfect family that would do anything for you."
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And so, on other hand, Trizha runs through the streets, as birds pass by, sounds of footsteps from nearby, dogs chasing other dogs, and so on. It was a peaceful day like no other, passing by random strangers she doesn't know. Even some of them are wearing flamboyant attires; some wearing cool suits and costumes, dyed hair, and another being white haired, red eyes, and wearing a black suit with a long trench coat above, and another definitely cosplaying a famous character who is known to have a straw hat.
And as she runs past those strangers, some of them greet her along the way, some saying "Hello there, beauty!", "Greetings!", "Nice fit you got there.", "don't go too fast, it's slippery!".
All these people are kind to Trizha due to her famous beauty. They were obsessed, but always aware of their boundaries. In Malacca City, Trizha is an iconic Influencer, known for her dancing skills and ability to connect with others. The Symbol of Connection.
But, nearby, at the other side of the sidewalk, shows a young man with a seemingly large body, standing at the height of 183cm, with short black hair and big eyebrows and small irises, wearing the same male version of Trizha's school uniform. Around his shoulder, he carries his black bag, with his free left hand tucked into his left pants pocket.
As this young man notices Trizha running among the streets, he keeps watch of her.
???: "Same uniform… gotta follow her along."
Some minutes after that, Trizha is now running down a road in a grassy field. But along the way, she takes notice of a black cat in a cat box, approaching it with a cheerful smile on her face as she squats down to the cat, amused by its cuteness.
Trizha: "Wow! What a cute little cat!"
The black cat starts to meow cutely, walking around the box as it desires a petting from Trizha. However… what the cat gets was flashes from Trizha's phone, getting itself disoriented of its vision.
Trizha: "Haha, I should definitely send this to my followers on instagram!"
Trizha then stood up and walked off, leaving nothing to the cat. And she did this, purely because she would do anything to get popular, one of her main personalities as The girl who once lost everything, eventually gained everything.
Some minutes after that while walking, Trizha notices both of her friends in front from afar. Trizha gets surprised as she notices them, waving her hand as she calls for their names.
Trizha: "Hoooyyy!! Wyne, Margaret…!"
Meanwhile, Trizha's friends, Wyne and Margaret, hear Trizha from behind, turning their head by their shoulder as they look at her. Margaret is an attractive girl with big brown eyes and long straight jet-black hair, styled with bangs, whilst Wyne is also attractive with black eyes and short, curly brown hair, with both of them wearing the same female uniform Trizha wears.
They both then look at each other before Wyne whispers something to Margaret;
Wyne: "Yo, let's just pretend we didn't leave her out of impatience waiting…"
The two then just nod to each other in agreement, before putting on a fake wide smile and turning around to greet Trizha.
Wyne: "Heya, Trizha."
Margaret: "Good morning, Trizha."
As the two greet Trizha nicely, Trizha smiles back at them, before suddenly, the smile was replaced to sinister as a red stress mark appears on her forehead. And once Trizha gets close enough to her two friends, she instantly bonked them with her two fists at the same time, causing them to lean down in pain.
Trizha: "Why did you two leave me hanging?! I thought we agreed on meeting up at 7 eleven after we chatted on messenger??"
Wyne: "Oh shut up! It's not my fault ya woke up too late. Heck, had ya turned on your alarm. Now we're both late because of you!"
As both Trizha and Wyne argue against each other, yapping loudly in the supposedly quiet grassy fields, Margaret watches them argue, before raising a finger and tries to interrupt.
Margaret: "Uhm, guys–"
Trizha: "Shush!"
Trizha shouted as she pointed a finger to Margaret instantly, cutting her off.
Margaret: "Uh–"
Trizha: "Nope!"
Margaret: "I–"
Trizha: "Absolutely not!"
Wyne then crosses her arms, looking at Trizha with a raised eyebrow.
Wyne: "Hold on, just why are you even shushing Margaret for?"
Trizha then looks at Wyne and starts moving her arms around, explaining.
Trizha: "I mean…"
Trizha then starts getting flashbacks of times when Margaret… used to kept speaking of disturbing words, such as;
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"Hey guys, did you know that in the 911 incident, those passengers fell from the building-"
"I wonder if that huge fan in the ceiling would fall on us, crushing us to pancakes…"
"Did you know? people who committed suicide are mostly ones with mental disorders?"
"This place smells like… cut-off human flesh."
"There's a good chance that rain can be acidic."
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And so, Trizha's flashback finishes, looking at Wyne with an expression she wanted her to understand. Meanwhile, Wyne just stared at Trizha confusingly, before finally understanding what she was signaling for, her eyes widened in understanding.
Wyne: "Ohhh! You mean the time when she randomly started speaking gibberish when we were hanging out?"
Trizha: "No! That's not what I meant, you idiot!! I meant about Margaret always saying disturbing stuff."
Wyne: "Oh… I mean, she only does it to stop us from arguing. Not a problem to me, it's her habit. Not that disturbing if you get her intentions."
Trizha: "How can you say that with a straight face…"
Trizha then just decides to shrug it off, before wrapping her hands around Wyne and Margaret, smiling happily, as the two get startled but accepts Trizha's cheerful embrace.
Trizha: "Oh well, whatever, let's go! We don't wanna get scolded by our teacher, don't we?"
Wyne: "Yeah, nah. That's definitely guaranteed."
Margaret: "The only scary thing about the teacher is… the way she holds a pencil like a knife…"
Trizha and Wyne both stared at Margaret, deep inside terrified of her.
Trizha: "See what I mean?"
Wyne: "Yep. I totally see what you mean. Talking about her almost creepy atmosphere, right?"
Trizha: "...Nevermind."
Trizha just groans as Wyne misunderstoods what she meant, again. As the trio walk forward while connected to each other, heading to the JT International School of Malacca City. Unaware that they are being followed by a young man from far behind.