chapter 1 : Roo
The soul.
One of the first things to exist.
A principle that is completely ironed out by existence and creation.
Right.
Okay maybe not.
But atleast incomplete souls never leave the loom.
That’s a lie. I’m sorry.
Though those incomplete souls aren’t important atleast. They never last more than a few years anyway. Not enough to them, or weaved tight enough together for them not to unravel. It’s a bit sad but that’s just how it is.
Or atleast it usually is
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‘Normal’
Jack despised that word. He didn’t even know why, it just felt wrong whenever someone called him that.
He never felt normal. If anything he always felt empty. Like something was missing. But if others wanted him to be normal he would. Better than falling apart at the seams when people shun you for being a freak.
No. No he didn’t need thoughts like that clogging his mind. He just needed to maintain his perfection. Don’t show weakness, don’t show them that we’re incomplete.
Wait, we?
‘Nevermind’ Jack thinks to himself as he shakes his head slightly to clear it. When he looks up again he can see a large crowd starting to form at far side of the playground.
He manages to squeeze his way through to the front of the group to see that they’re all gathered around a little fledgling. A dead one.
He can see how upset those around him seem so be at the sight but he doesn’t really understand it. He doesn’t feel sadness towards the sight but more a sense of familiarity, like a part of him recognises itself in the sight in-front of him.
‘Why is everyone so upset. It’s just a dead bird’
His head lifts up slightly at the words looking for the speaker that voiced his thoughts. Yet he finds no one else seems to have heard it.
‘I don’t see what the big deal is’
This time he can tell that the soft female voice seems to echo from within his mind. Cool. Crisp. Seemingly lacking the appropriate emotions for the sight in front of him.
He chooses to ignore the voice as a teacher comes to separate the group.
I’ve got enough on my plate without thinking about my internal monologue suddenly changing gender. Like why the hell I felt at peace seeing a dead bird. I mean, who the hell feels like that.
‘It’s just a dead bird. Hardly anything significant.’
Shut up. Great now I’m having conversations with my own thoughts. God dammit.
Despite his annoyance, Jack can’t help but feel more whole now than he did before. He knows he really shouldn’t but he can’t help that his very being seemed to be nourished by the sight of the fledgling.
Sure it came with the downside of an extra voice for his internal monologue but that’s hardly an issue. Besides it couldn’t possibly get worse, could it?