Morph, 12 years old, carried the burden of dullness, unattractiveness,

and to top it up, a wretched personality; in essence, a loser.

No friends...

No visible talents, and academic performance hitting rock bottom...

He felt so hopeless that even his parents began losing faith in him.

With a family overshadowed by a more promising and accomplished sibling.

It was a given their attention shifted away from Morph, his failures only magnified.

Lacking anyone to truly care for him, Morph grew increasingly defiant.

And to add to that...,

Slap

"Aye, Morph, get me a sandwich from that new shop!"

It was a familiar gesture, seeking attention, at least for Morph it was...

A sudden, undeserved, and painful slap on the back of his head.

It was nothing new to Morph, for he had grown accustomed to such treatment.

The Slap 2

"Hurry up, b*tch, move that a**, I'm hungry as hell!"

Morph hastily got out of his bench and scurried toward the classroom's exit.

Eyes filled with disdain followed Morph as he walked into the corridor.

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The sense of being looked down upon felt repulsive, even though it was a feeling he had endured thousands of times.

As he walked through the hallway, just in front of his classroom, albeit faint, a sharp voice could be heard.

"Gieta is using unorthodox words again." The voice exclaimed.

"Oh sorry, but babe, it's just that Chami..isn't that okay?"

"Well, true, but still, I can bear it if it's Chami, but otherwise, please control yourself, at least around me, Pleeaassseee babe?" grabbing onto his muscular arm

"Okay, okay, babe. Anything for you."

The bully and the beauty, they were a famous couple throughout the school.

"A strong man deserving a beauty" was how their relationship was defined, which wasn't a problem otherwise...

But it was for Morph. Why he was their entertainment.

Morph walked down the moderately crowded hallway lost in his line of thoughts.

[...why does it have to be that gorilla? Why did you choose him over me? What does he have that I don't...]

Despite how Morph sounded in his thoughts, he hadn't been wronged by anyone.

Much less there wasn't any girl who truly looked at him, or even cared about him...

He was just delusional.

Remember the personality part, this was what it was about.

Heni was certainly attention-grabbing, her pout could be deemed downright dangerous for anyone's heart.

Her hair was darker than the darkest night, cascading like a silken waterfall, framing a face with even darker eyes that had the power to drown anyone in their depth.

...at least that was how Morph thought of her.

She later became one of the reasons that pushed him to take the extreme actions he did.

***

As incompetent as he felt, Morph was an outcast, struggling to fit into a society fixated on success and high achievements.

Events unfolded, and Morph, who was generally cowardly, gathered enough courage to stand atop a slope, contemplating suicide.

If only that pitiful child had a friend to help him out of his misery, a gentle voice to speak kindness to him...

[...bullshit, Morph was a loser, and 'Once a loser, always a loser'.]

[Unless a miracle happened, that is... well, fortune or misfortune, boy, it did happen.]

--A colorless world, inside the consciousness of Morph--

Numerous memories of Morph's life were flashing in front of a black, shadowy figure like an aurora.

.

.

.

[Tch...]

[Nothing to be expected from...]

[Now, where are you hiding, boy?]

The dark, shadowy figure darkened even more, as if transforming into a black hole.

The space surrounding bent and started to get absorbed into the entity.

The white canvas turned black, utter darkness, as if the light never existed to begin with.

From the shadows emerged a figure, a frail boy likely to be of 11 or 12—Morph.

In that strange, dark realm, Morph's thoughts danced in confusion, entangled in a web of fear of the unknown events unfolding.

The figure before him seemed both familiar and enigmatic, like how was he even able to see him clearly despite all that darkness?

and the this void like place where nothing could be seen, it was not only unfamiliar, but also unheard of...

His mind struggling to comprehend what lay before him.

Was this a dream, a hallucination, or something far beyond his understanding?

Mustering up whatever courage he could, Morph babbled after hesitating a bit

[W...Who are you?]

.

[Entity: Miracle.]

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