As far back as I could remember, I was just a normal guy.
A plain kid in class. An average student. That's all I ever was.
How many years have passed since then? I don't remember.
But if there was one thing I could say, it would be… I don't know.
Because all I could think of was silence.
A silence that rang in my ears, as if it had always been there, as if it would never leave.
I always wanted a different story—a story meant only for me.
Maybe that was selfish. Maybe I was selfish. Or maybe I just wanted something more.
Why did things go downhill?
I didn't know. But one thing was certain—you, the one reading this, will know how everything turned out.
I was never the protagonist. Never the kind of person who had it all from the start. I was just another extra.
But the feeling of being inferior consumed me.
I know none of this makes sense yet. And it won't—not until the moment this story reaches you.
Because all I have done, I did for you.
You, the one I pushed myself to the limits for.
You must have questions. "Is he talking about me?" or "Could I really be the one?"
I know you're anxious to find out. But stay calm.
A story is independent the moment it is finished. And I am certain that this story chose you as its reader.
So tell me—
Are you fine being my only reader?
I am neither omniscient nor omnipotent. But I can feel what you do.
Why?
Because I like you.
I have waited for a long time. And I will wait even longer… until you remember me.
I will wait for eternity.
I will wait until I lose myself.
This is my story—the story of someone who was normal… maybe even below average, but who became something else for someone.
Tell me… do you remember me?
I still remember the first time we talked.
I was jealous. Jealous of how much of a moron I was while you… you were a prodigy.
Now, I'm sure you've realized who I'm talking about.
You. The one who stood at the top while I stared at your brilliance from below, hoping—praying—that one day I could stand beside you.
You were, and still are, more beautiful than my words can describe.
You inspired me more than anyone, made me realize the worth of people, and yet… even now, you still doubt me, don't you?
Fine. I'll tell you a story.
A story so great that you'll finally remember who I was and what I became… just for you.
So get ready—because this story will be engraved into your very soul.