"Chapter 12- A dream huh?"
"Sir?" a muffled voice said, Tristan, made an inaudible voice while waking up, he immediately glanced the side of his bed with his eyes wide. "where's- where's Klein?" he looked at his butler, "what do you mean Klein? didn't we accompany him to his home instead of staying here?" the butler said with knotted brows.
"Are you perhaps dreaming sir?" he tilted his head, 'dreaming? but why did it feel so real,' he began to rub his chin processing what happened last night. "I see, so I was dreaming," he said while still looking confused, "freshly baked bagel, scrambled egg with parsley, sausage patties, and a glass of orange juice, sir?" his butler asked without snooping further. "cucumber water please," he stated while looking at the window a further away from the bed, the butler bowed and step away from his chambers.
'a dream huh? that's weird,' he thought while laying on his bed again resting his right arm on his forehead, 'very weird indeed,' he sighed as if he was disappointed.
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[last night]
"where will you be staying then?" Tristan asked as they walked through the snowy path. "well, I'll probably just go home," Klein kicked a near snowman on the path, 'he seemed to be angry?'
"are you somehow angry with them because of that?" Tristan took off his scarf and wrapped it around Klein's neck, he looked at him "of course, who wouldn't?" Klein said while acting like a snob. "I mean it's understandable because you worked hard just to give those imbeciles the money you earned... do you want me to take it back?" Tristan looked at Klein asking with a pleasant smile with an unpleasant aura. "no need" he declined his offer knowing he'll do something wrong,
"since you already know my identity, whole identity, may I know yours?" Klein asked not making contact with Tristan's eyes, the silence broke the two of them... "do... do you really wanna know?" he asked bending his neck looking on the ground. "yeah... why not?- it's only fair," he tilted his head in front of Tristan, "alright... since you are very eager to know my past," Tristan chuckled a bit however his eyes are full of unwanted memories and grief.
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I was living with my grandma when my father abandoned me when I was still 12, he replaced my mother and me with his mistress and her child, while I was in front of their gate begging them to take me back, I was on my knees crying while it rains, the maid and butler pitied me yet they didn't do a single thing.
The only thing I remembered was my father didn't want to abandon me, it was that mistress who manipulated him, they were in front of me. They mocked me with their hideous face thinking that they won the lottery with their 'flattering' faces, my grandma came at the gate and picked me up and comforted me in the rain,
"MY GRANDCHILD DOESN'T NEED SOMEONE WHO REPLACED HIS LOVING WIFE WITH A WHORE!" she said when she tried to cover my ears however I still heard what she said to them, I was either happy, sad, angry.
I was happy that I got out of the household and lived with my grandma yet I was sad and angry when I saw Father easily replace my deceased mother like that, my grandma and I both lived in a small house yet comfortable.
"Grandma, why is the world so cruel," I asked, she suddenly shed tears as she caressed my face tenderly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you have to witness this at a young age," she suddenly embraced me while we both shed tears. "let's eat the sticky rice I made, I made your favorite flavor," she looked at me while erasing the tears in my eyes, "come on, let's eat my dear," she said leading me towards the dining table.
I wanted those memories would last forever because my grandma would always cook my favorites and will take care of me whenever I get sick. I cherish her for everything she gave me, at the age of 16 I often help her sell handmade ornaments and homecooked sticky rice desserts, people loved what she sells, but most people disrespected it.
one night I was going home from school when I was 18 along with my grandma who finished selling, we walked in the neighborhood until I saw glowing flowers under the moon, it was beautiful. A vision of Torii gates stumbled in my mind along with the glowing flowers hanging on top of it,
I asked my grandma what was it, however, It was a vivid memory, it's called 'moon flowers' however my grandma said something deeper than that name when we almost reached closer to our house. A strange man came by with a gun, he started shooting us but good thing my grandma dodged it but not intentionally, he was targeting my grandma not me. He continued to shoot at my grandma, I grabbed him at the back and tried stopping him however I was too weak to stop his movement, he successfully killed my grandma that day.
the man was placed in prison, however, I'm still not content with the punishment they gave him, it made me furious and completely lose my mind.
I kept screaming in the house and keep shattering all the things that made me remember her death, "what am I gonna do now..." I cried while on my knees with bloody hands, a knocking sound was heard behind the door.
"who is it?" I bluntly asked, "Tristan..." a familiar muffled voice was heard behind the door, "mother..." I asked, I knew it was impossible that she could be alive, my father said he died from an Illness, was it... a Lie? I asked myself filling up my brain with such difficult questions trying to align them one by one, she opened the door and it was really her...
I turned pale as a ghost the moment I saw her face, "what Is this witchery!"