Trust.

It's not just a word.

It's means something.

By something means everything.

Trust people isn't easy.

You may get lucky to find a trust worthy friends.

But you also are unlucky if you trust people too much.

You may hurt yourself.

Hurt yourself because people are back stabbing you.

Without your knowledge, they begin to slowly stab you with a knife.

You won't notice the pain until you saw the 'knife' yourself.

It's painless until you see it with your eyes, finally feel the pain.

It slowly killing you without your knowledgeable.

Just like the world.

They pretend.

Pretend that they will be nice to everyone.

But...

Where's the nice?

Why's 'nice' have been replaced with...

What's the word?

Ah, 'abusive'.

Not just abusive.

They even hate you.

For what?

Born with unexpected eye color?

Especially if it's red.

Red.

A beautiful color.

Born with red hair and eyes like a beautiful yet dangerous.

Born with white hair and red eyes like a snow that have a tint of blood.

Born with only red eyes but named after a moon may look like a moon that have blood within it.

A dreadful night.

Where a family tear apart.

A family that never accept the fate.

A family that stained with blood.

Three boys.

Have been hate by the world.

Just because of their eyes.

Bullied.

Ignored.

Laughed.

Abused.

And yet.

They still managed to survive.

But survive,

Doesn't mean they fine with it.

One time,

They almost commit suicide.

They do everything.

Just to make sure their live ended.

Drowning.

Cuts.

Poison.

Overdose.

But they still managed to live.

They slowly getting tired of the cruelty of the world.

Hoping their live will ended one day.

Shut themselves from the world.

Sitting inside a dark room.

With bandage wrapped around their wrists, legs, body.

But.

Their family is surprisingly still haven't give up on them.

Still believe that one day the world can accept them.

And that 'one day'...

When will it happen?

Or

Is that 'one day' really exist?

They never know.

Years been bullied.

Been called as the red-eye monsters.

The world won't accept them.

So why would they continue on living?

Even if there's people who accept them.

Can they trust them?

And yet again.

Trust.

The most hardest thing.

Easy to say but hard to believe.

There's always betrayal next to trust.

Back stabbing people.

People betray on them.

Used them.

They are like a living dolls.

The dolls that everyone play with.

The dolls that everyone throw and step onto it.

The dolls that everyone scared off.

They rather people call them dolls than monsters.

Adults manipulating the kids.

Telling them that the three are dangerous to the world.

Telling them that the three don't deserve to live in this world.

Telling them that the three are nothing but an useless living dolls.

Living in this kind of environment.

Aren't good for the three.

They won't learn how to appreciate themselves.

They will hated themselves for born in this world.

They probably will rebel against the government.

They probably will continue to live in the darkness.

Thou.

The three are always reach out their hands.

In the darkness where nobody sees their hands.

But they all are...

Hoping.

At least someone.

Who notice.

Someone who's bright enough to see their invisible hands reaching out for help.

They also scream.

But no one heard it.

No one.

Not even their families.

A silent scream.

There's practically nothing out from their mouth.

Not even a sound.

Their voice is getting slower and quieter.

Like seeking for help from the bottom of the ocean.

No one heard or notice.

Tried their best to get swim across the deep ocean.

They failed.

Failed for seeking some help.

Failed for having hope for someone to save them.

Fail. Just fails.

F

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Never succeed.

Tired.

They stop seeking for help.

Only let the fate play with them like living dolls.

Moving around according to orders and words.

But until when?

When they will finally escape from this?

Will there's a slight hope of someone?

Will there's somebody who accept them?

Will there's somebody notice their calls?

Will somebody can grab tightly and pull them out from the darkness?

Cause they are floating.

Inside a black void.

An eternal darkness.

A hand.

A light.

Will reach them.

They finally have a small faith.

A faith.

A faith where someone can save them.

"You... Can see our hands?"

"Yes."

"Are we..."

"Yes."

"Can you save us?"

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"Yes."

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Ah yes. This prologue is kinda also a bit from my daily thinking. The Overthinking Self.

And this is actually a Soraru X Precious Trio book. So SoraMafu, SoraTsuki and SoraSaka.