Hi...

yes, I know the beginning prologue (?) if you want to call it that said a lot and yet said nothing ...

so I thought, I'll give you a little more ...

-Who am I? -

I feel the same every evening and every morning. This life that I am experiencing now is not real. I live somewhere else right now my mind tells me.

A simple night in which I sleep and dream of the 'here' or an accident ... an illness has sent me into a coma and makes me believe that the 'here' is all reality. Certainly, in the distant future I will really wake up and lie in a strange bed in an unfamiliar environment. Still, I am the same person.
My mind played a trick on me in one of these dreams, tricked me into thinking that I had lived a whole life in this world and yet it was not reality.

Whenever I fell asleep and when I am fully awake in the morning, I know that this is just fear.Afraid of what will happen to me, that I cannot cope with my life. But I am determined to live my life here and now and to overcome all obstacles that stand in my way. And because I'm determined to do it, I've started to ignore this fear that always invades me. Because I know that a part of me that just wants to protect me, gives me a suppressed hope.

I am now 21 years old and am starting my studies. I don't know what I really want to become one day. My entire life has always been pigeonholed and tried to convince me that what I'm doing is right and I enjoy it.
I have a talent to adapt to my surroundings, which is why I let the people around me believe in this. What I really think and feel has probably never interested anyone and because of the status of my family I am not allowed to show it.

When I was a little boy I had dreams.I lived in other worlds parallel to this one. Yes, even today I can still speak the languages ​​that I learned there. At first, my parents thought this was normal, as I was not allowed to play with other children for safety reasons. They thought it was something like an imaginary friend, only a little bigger. But when I didn't want to stop dreaming, they took me to different doctors and I was treated in clinics.
So that they didn't have to worry anymore, I stopped talking about my dreams there.

Everything in the life I lead here is predetermined, arranged by my parents. The best schools and now the most prestigious business university. As soon as my studies are finished, my wedding is just around the corner. I wasn't even introduced to this woman.
There is one thing my parents seem to have forgotten in their plan for my life. I have my own wishes! And even if I am probably never allowed to realize this in public, I have found ways and means not to break inside.You may think what you want from my parents, but they gave me a name that doesn't go with any of them, Sora. It means something like heaven. My mother once told me they called me that so that I could freely choose my life. Sora Sumaragi, what an irony!

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so, that was a little more insight ...

what kind of story is this going to be? will she go on at all?

well, I know ... and it doesn't matter whether it's krimmi, kampf or fantasy ... I'll only continue if I get enough commis! because if I don't know how and whether my writing arrives at all ... it doesn't help me to continue writing, because pointless uploading is also boring! I think every writer will understand me :)

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