It was a beautiful day
Birds were singing
The flowers were blooming
On days like these ki-
*RRRRGGGGGHHHH*
The sound of a leafblower reached the ears of a slumbling figure.
The sound continued echoing off the distance to be heard by all.
. . .
Groaning was heard, and a sound of a blanket rustling followed.
Lumian sat up groggingly staring at the wall in front of him.
Turning his head to the right, since the window was next to him, he reluctantly cleared the blinds.
Instantly, sunlight flooded the room, casting golden streaks across everything in sight.
The wooden desk shimmered with a soft, earthy hue. Dust motes danced lazily in the air above it.
The chair with clothes finding the bright of day.
And the figurines that told different stories were illuminated to show their details in further resolution.
Lumian rustled his bed hair, and with a sigh stood up.
He walked towards the door which opened with a creak.
The sound of running water echoed off downstairs.
. . .
Ignoring to yet go down the steps, Lumian proceeded to go to the bathroom to his right which was in the room 2 doors away.
Minutes passed.
The water from the sink rushed, and the steam from a splash against his face. He took a moment to look at himself in the mirror. His face looked pale, slightly sunken. There were faint shadows under his eyes.
He exited the bathroom and turned left, walking toward the staircase.
Each step creaked slightly under his feet.
*Thump*
*Thump*
"Lumian you're awake?"
. . .
After reaching the bottom of the stairs he saw his mother in the kitchen with the sink running.
She had acknowledge his presence with a glance and continued to furiously scrub the dishes as the occasional clanking of plates were heard as they were placed down.
"Hey, have you heard what happened the other day?"
He looked into the living room as a large figure laid plastered on the couch.
His Dad looked like your everyday office worker.
Wearing a black suit and white shirt, he followed it off with black pants which were neatly ironed.
The only thing that ruined this image however were the feet with one of them bare and the other sock barely hanging off the hairy toe of the yawning man.
A briefcase was placed next to the couch, suggesting to Lumian that he was getting ready for work.
"Yeah, wasn't there some conflict in Asia yesterday? I heard some people talking about it," Lumian said as he put his hands in his pockets.
The man sighed and let out an exhausted breath.
"Yeah, I heard that some country in the Middle East attack a military base… something about terrorist organizations I heard,"
The man sat up and stared at the tv that was broadcasting the weather news.
"A crazy world we live in right now, I swear… the next day I wouldn't be surprised if I heard they bombed Europe..." he said."
Another voice announced itself in the kitchen.
"Leesyung Hall, get your ass off the couch, aren't you late for work?," an annoyed voice rang out.
The man groaned and put on his socks. He stood up and picked up his black briefcase.
"Yeah, Yeah, I'm heading out," he said.
He smiled at Lumian and went to the kitchen to give his Mom a kiss before heading out the front door.
. . .
Watching his Dad go out the front door, Lumian walked up to a wooden chair resting upon a bark table.
He pulled it up and sat down.
Footsteps approached and the sound of a plate thumping against the table were heard.
The steaming plate of fried rice gave off a pleasing aroma, giving those around it to let out a salivating gulp.
He smiled at his Mom and clasped his hand to thank for the food.
This wasn't a traditional gesture in the household. It was just that Lumian was such a weeb that he copied these gestures from Anime.
He picked up a silver spoon, and chowed down on the food.
The sound of another chair was heard as it pulled up and the woman sat down.
She watched him with a quiet kind of patience, the kind that came from years of knowing exactly what her son needed without having to ask. She sat down, letting the fabric of her apron rustle as it came off and landed on the back of the chair. Her hands moved to adjust her sleeves before resting in her lap.
. . .
Elizabeth Hall, a beautiful woman with a clear pale face that gave her rosy cheeks a distinct feature.
Her forehead glistened with sweat, as she looked at him a smile.
Elizabeth Hall had her blood origins in Asia, but after she was adopted by a family in England, she arrived at the states years ago and met his Dad, who changed his last name to Leesyung hall.
"Lumian how's the university?" She said.
Swallowing the food he was chewing, he responded.
"It's good, I just have to finish some classes before I graduate."
Elizabeth Hall nodded in response and continued the conversation.
. . .
After a while the plate in front of Lumian was empty, and he carried it to the sink in the kitchen and started washing.
Elizabeth Hall furrowed her brows as if contemplating to say something, as she finally said:
" Lumian have you talked to Aurore yet?"
Lumian paused and continued to scrub the dish without a response.
"Did something happen, you guys were always really close…" she said.
Seeing that he wasn't willing to say anything, she sighed.
"After that incident…. She was the only one willing to talk to you," she said. "Can you at least try something?"
Lumian continued to wash without a word. Afterwards he placed the plate in the dryer.
He refused to meet the eyes of the woman and held up a rag to scrub the table.
"Lumian you-...….."
Lumian paused and looked at his Mom.
"Mom?"
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"Lumian, you need to understand..."
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The voice wasn't hers, not exactly. It was like a whisper through the air, an echo that seemed to pull at the corners of the room, warping the space around them.
He froze, the rag still in his hand. The air grew thicker, heavier. The temperature seemed to drop, and for a brief moment, he couldn't quite breathe. It was as if something was pressing down on him, something he couldn't explain.
His mother, or what looked like his mother, remained still, her eyes dark and hollow, staring into him as though she could see right through him. Her lips remained in a neutral line, but the words continued to fill the air, coming from somewhere deep within.
"You can't avoid her forever, Lumian....." The voice grew louder in his ears.
"You know what happened. You know why it happened."
Lumian felt his hands shake involuntarily as he dropped the rag onto the table.
. . .
Just then a louder much more massive voice rang out. It didn't come from the stranger that looked like his Mom in front of him....
[*不朽的天地之主*]
[*天地之主为祝福*]
[*高的天地之首*]
[*天地之天值得祝福*]
. . .
Instantly Lumian's pupils dilated as the household around him suddenly burst into flames.
His body frozen in place as the flames erupted from the floor, consuming everything in their path. The once-quiet kitchen, familiar and comforting, was now a chaotic inferno, the bright orange glow reflecting off the cracked tiles and shattered furniture.
The dining table fell into splinters and the chairs collapsed as the flames engulfed him.
*AU-
Lumian sat up.
-GGH*
He panted as sweat glistened on his face.
"What the-"
Lumian found himself in an unfamiliar environment.
He was on a white bed with white covers that rested upon his legs.
He looked around at the green walls and grey stone-plated square floor.
Finally, he looked at himself and found himself to be wearing white garments.
In the corner of the room, the door slid to the side as a voice rang out.
"Hey, you're finally awake?"
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