I'd Like To Be Your Second Chance

Then, after a brief pause, Kafka finally spoke.

But his voice was different...It was softer, more gentle.

There was a quiet, almost reminiscent tone to it, as if the words he was about to say weren't just for her, but for himself as well.

"You know." He said, a faint smile tugging at his lips as his eyes flickered with something unreadable. "You're comparing my family to yours, saying I had it better. But at the very least…you had a family from the start, didn't you?"

Bella's eyes lifted slightly, blinking at his sudden shift in tone.

Kafka leaned back against the chair, his gaze drifting slightly, as if looking at something far beyond the dining room.

"You had a mother who cared about you, who would do anything in the world for you." He continued, his voice light, almost thoughtful. "No matter what happened, no matter what you went through, at least you had her."