Manuel Kaan
It's more rather like an echo in my mind, than any actual voice that talks. Echo that sounds a lot like my own dad. I know it's not him, but it's easier to imagine him yelling at me than facing the fact that my own brain is in a panick mode and flashes red errors randomly when world starts to feel too much.
Yes, I'm son of a God of chaos, and I have chaos in my mind. Ironic, isn't it? And I have no powers to control it on my own, I...I don't know how to keep it away.
Until
I met someone.
It wasn't love but some other thing, that...made being alive a bit easier. Made the voices go quiet even for a second. Filled it with her laugh, sat in the dark with me.
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