Chapter 80: Volume III - Chapter 1: The First Half of a Past

It was my mother's voice that woke me up, as usual.

"Adrian! Come on, get up, we're going to start breakfast!"

The sunlight gently hit my face through the window of my room. It disturbed my opening eyes, so I reluctantly sat up slowly.

I must have kicked my duvet again while I was asleep, it was sticking out of the bed.

Luckily it wasn't winter, if it had been then I would have been sick for sure.

"Coming!"

I jumped out of bed with a big smile on my face, went to the bathroom, washed my hands, and flew to the kitchen.

The scene that greeted me in the kitchen was the same as always. My father, with his silver hair and emerald green eyes, was calmly looking at the old-looking TV in front of him. He was expressionless as usual, but when he saw me walk in, he smiled ever so slightly.

It seemed contrived, actually. Like he was forcing himself, but I got used to that a long time ago.

"Good morning, Dad!"