Capítulo 2: Chapter 2: Home
As I unlocked the door to my apartment, I was immediately greeted by my roommate sprawled out on the couch, still clad in his work attire—a grey suit paired with a long white tie.
"Hey, dude. How was the museum tour today?" I inquired, curious as to what had left him so exhausted that he hadn't even bothered to change out of his work clothes yet.
"Oh, hey Brook. Not much, just dealing with some guy who bombarded me with questions for like an hour straight. You know how it is, those types pop up every now and then," Tony replied, his weariness evident in his tone.
Chuckling at his response, I quickly retorted, "Well, I guess that means I'm on cooking duty. Last time I let you handle it, we both ended up with food poisoning, and I was stuck covering all the bills and rent until we recovered." Despite the jest in my voice, there was a hint of truth to my words.
Tony groaned in response before finally dragging himself off the couch to change his clothes. Following suit, I made my way to my bedroom, eager to rid myself of the lingering scent of coffee beans from my shift at the café.
*10 minutes later*
It didn't take me long to freshen up, and soon I found myself in the kitchen, diving into dinner preparations. Tonight's menu was nothing fancy—just mashed potatoes, steak, and corn—but it was hearty and satisfying, perfect for a casual evening at home.
As Tony and I settled down at the table, we dug into our meal, engaging in easy conversation about life's ups and downs. We even found ourselves reminiscing about how we ended up as roommates. It was a simple story, really—me spotting a "Roommate Wanted" sign and making a call. Yet, that chance encounter had led to a friendship and living arrangement that worked well for both of us.
Tony had become my first real friend in this new world. Surprisingly, I found that I didn't really miss my old world all that much. Both of my parents had passed away, leaving me and my siblings to drift apart. One had moved to the other side of the country, while another had settled in a different country altogether. As for my friends from before, we were never really all that close. So, in a strange way, waking up in this new world had offered me a fresh start, one where I could forge genuine connections and build a life without the weight of my past holding me back.
The key word being 'my', as this body's past constantly haunted me. You see, this body was once inhabited by a heavy drug abuser. Despite looking identical to my previous self, I found myself grappling with feelings of despair and intense cravings for God-knows-what substances they had in this backward world. Fortunately, I managed to overcome these challenges. With the financial support from this body's affluent parents—sent after I proved my recovery from addiction—I opened a shop and have been living a decent life ever since.
However, there was a bitter twist to this tale. Despite my efforts, I was unable to inherit the family fortune, as this body's reckless behavior had caused it to pass into the hands of my younger but more responsible brother, who if I might say is a pretty cool dude all things considered as we even occasionally go out to eat together to catch up and get to tell each other about our lives.
"I will wash the dishes you can head to sleep" Tony said as I gave him a nodded before heading to my room and going to sleep
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