Laplace'S Story In Another World
What really happened.
The pounding for the sake of the stomping sounded filled the silence along the stairs. The white manes endlessly moved along the steps of the foot. Steps that contain firmness in them. Seriousness also participated
adorn the friendly face that you have.
After a long time, the figure reached the intended place. The two-leaf door in front of the evidence. Hands outstretched in order to create a slow knock streak. Hope the occupant can hear and open the door for him. But hope can only be hope.
The growing annoyance finally made the figure speak up. “Laplace, you're inside.?” he asked, occasionally knocking on the door a little harder. “Laplace.!!!” call langtang. But wishful thinking gets an answer, a reply, or something like that can only be hope.
Enough with the futile effort of making his hand switch, grabbing the doorknob then opening it slowly. Strictly, the body was moved to spread its gaze into a room that was quite spacious. For the sake of finding another body that is lying on top of a luxurious classic sofa. Just below the only window in the room.
The white mane prefers to approach rather than waste sound. Successful subtle steps lead him to the presence of a figure who is relaxing the body along the hot afternoon. His tired face was invisible thanks to a book perched there. Without question the figure must be enjoying the peace of the moment.
No response or reaction, finally can melt the determination of the white mane to wake him up. Intended to leave, but a voice stopped him.
“What's up, Alice.?”
The figure beraras like the woman was rushing to turn her body, facing the figure who was still loyal in his sleeping position. “Laplace, I thought you were sleeping.” reply.
“Oh, am I interrupting your peace time?” ask Alice who feels bad.
Not long after, this figure named Laplace removed the face barrier book that was always adored by the women and rose to leave his peace. A pair of jet black irises as dark as a starless night flaunted its charm once the eyelids opened.
“Yes, you're very disruptive to my peace time.” Reply to the man while sitting on the sofa.
The white mane could only smile bitterly, Because he was already used to the nature of the man in front of him. Cold, gloomy, expressionless, and original speech symbolized the distinctive features of the man in front of him. If a normal person were to talk to him like that, he might get angry. However, the man in front of her is different—she is special.
“So, what's up?” ask him while blink a few times to perfect the vision.
The lack of reluctance earlier, the white mane explained the purpose of his arrival. “Laplace, how about we take a walk for a while.”
He rejected the girl's sincere invitation. However, even more surprising was the reaction of the girl instead of angry or sad, but smiling.
“Laplace, staying silent for 1 year in this room will only worsen your health. Every now and then try to get around and chat with others.” The white mane tried to persuade the man with a gentle tone.
“Even if I go around and try to chat with others, it won't change anything!!”
“Fate.... My lifespan that will end will not change!!!” He returned the girl's sincerity with a cold and cruel speech.
However, he did not do so without reason. He doesn't want the girl to know a secret that nobody knows.
“Destiny? Life period?? Laplace, what max-what
Before the girl finished her speech, the man immediately uttered a cruel word in a high tone. “Out!!!!”
The girl immediately came out with a face that was holding back her cries. The man who saw it also felt sad and hopeless. 'If it wasn't for this damn fate I would have been reluctant to do this to you, ' he thought inwardly and began to look towards the window. Looking far towards the clear sky.
Without realizing it, tears began to flow into her charming face.
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The night that enveloped the world came, covering the world with the darkness of colorful light that alternated as if walking in the sky suddenly rained on the roof of the world, but the beauty, Aurora, was, can not in the least attract the attention of white women who are as beautiful as the snowspot. The girl did not react in the slightest, just sitting quietly looking far towards the horizon.
That girl is Alice. He was thinking about what happened this afternoon. Why is Laplace talking like that? Destiny? what's he talking about? Life period? What does all that mean? He really doesn't understand. The more he thought, the more confused he became.
“Laplace, what really happened to you.” murmured with sadness.