Prologue
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“Don’t come near.” a voice as silk whispers in his ear, a warning so sweet.
Lucian with his coffee mug in his hand, prepared by his dear mother who’s nowhere to be seen, he looks out into his window. School shirt half buttoned as he sees kids say goodbye to their parents, mothers waving goodbye, fathers patting their child’s heads. They’re a stark contrast to his solitude life. Lucian takes another sip of his coffee and buttons up his shirt.
“Wish there was someone interesting to talk to” Lucian exhaled “No one I’ve met is though...”
“Alright. let’s get this day started” Lucian says, with monotony in his voice. Like he’s lived a day like this a millennia.
As he puts the dishes on the drying rack he notices a sticky note, written by his mother, obviously, his father doesn’t leave things like this.
“Hey honey! Leftovers are in the fridge for when you get back. Don’t forget to grab your jacket! It’s almost winter”
Lucian’s mom had the kindness to hang his jacket on the coat rack — of course she did. From the coat rack, smaller than him by a few inches, he grabs his jacket — It’s his favorite, it’s grey with a beautiful iridescent white on its sleeves. He puts it on, it sounds like a crunch. Crunching cornflakes his mom calls it. He zips it up with sharp and strong zzzzzip that reaches his chin. A series of staccato, velcro stitching together as he swipes down on his jacket.
“Thanks, mom” Lucian says softly as he steps out into the crunching snow.
His eyes dart around his environment, hearing the school bus hiss as it lurches forward, the quiet mumbling of parents wishing them sweet nothings as the school bus drives away. He felt the snow crunch beneath his feet, how satisfying it is for Lucian, it’s one of the many things that he enjoys about the winter. The heat indoors and the feeling of snow crunching beneath him. Minutes went by as he’s finally reached school.
The murmur and chatter fill the hallways while he walks alone people subconsciously make space for him. It was the same thing in the classroom as he looked out the window, snow falls, Lucian even spots a snowflake falling down. The chatter immediately went to a halt as the teacher arrived. They went by as a blur. To him people moved in an increased speed, he was on autopilot for all of it. He was barely awake but all of that helped him move quicker, to be able to sleep in class when his work is done, and before he knew it the bell rang. There was something different about today though, Lucian couldn’t name it. It was a fleeting feeling, hair stood on the back of his neck and as quickly as it came — it went. Regardless he steps out. — the sun is setting and the last bell has already rung. On autopilot he packs up his things and starts his walk back home. He’s somewhat happy this day is over, the major cause of his boring day is over — now he gets to lounge around and do whatever until he gets sleepy.
As soon as Lucian got home he takes off his parka and hangs it. Almost immediately he drops on the couch and watches the tv, and before he even knows it, he’s already asleep. He can feel himself being carried but doesn’t figure out who, it could be his mom coming back from work and seeing him on the couch dead tired — or his father with his calloused hands. Either way he was already half asleep to open his eyes.
