My Mistakes Started With You

Mistake number 5

This so called 'Book of Prophecy' was endearingly undermined in his opinion. He'd had thousands of questions after every flip of a page. Dozens of old pictures showing events no one's ever mentioned of.

The bed creaked as he shifted away from the book. Questions flooded his mind, 'What did grandpa mean by allusion?' He failed to process the reason he gave the book in the first place. Earlier pages were just bunch of pictures of his grandfather's back facing an ocean. On a beach, he presumed. Though, never had they ever taken him to one though.

'I've never been to the beach' he concluded. He pushed back so he was lying on his back on the soft covers. Eyes struck the ceiling as he wondered aimlessly while attempting to follow on the spinning fan. Artificial breeze blowing on his face. This had become a liability for being too inexperienced. No wonder Mr. Eden had rejected his story.

No

He didn't wake up this early to think about that jerk. He shifted his body to the left, now facing the wall. 'He wasn't wrong though.' Frustration burnt his pride, his eyes were dry of tears replacing it was 'demise'. Both of the palm of his hand were on both of his eyes.

Huffing and puffing for the inevitable was useless. It felt strange now that he's stopped writing. A whole new schedule was ahead of him, but he didn't feel as fresh as he expected it to. Grey eyes stole a glance at the empty wooden desk. No papers, no books and no laptop . It didn't feel right somehow. Totally free from any source of media. 'Guess dad took my laptop in the middle of the night'.

The wall felt more comforting than anything at the moment. He stared at the both of his hands while he laid on his side. So much time and effort wasted on unsuccessful projects, his fingers felt sore and tired.

There was a knock on the door that stopped his train of thoughts. Greeting him outside his door was none other than his father. All suit up in a smart casual getup, not too eye catching but nice to look at nonetheless. At least his sharp features were able to disperse the reality of his old age. No one would guess that he was over 30. "Are you serious?" Creases began to form on his forehead as he'd narrow his sight up and down his son's smaller figure.

From where Xeha was standing, he didn't blame his father for reacting how he did. Silver strands were sticking up in multiple directions. The neck of his old pyjamas had already fallen off one shoulder. Over all, Xemnas was able to conclude that the boy had just woken up.

The tardy boy shrugged of one shoulder, attempting to bring that piece of cloth back properly. "Well..." He couldn't just blurt out, 'Grandpa gave me a weird photo book and it kept me up all night'

Before he could come up with an excuse, his father was already pushing him into the bathroom and raiding his closet. Ah great! Maybe he should've gotten ready earlier.

"I want you to wear these when you come out!" He heard the man right outside the bathroom, along with a slam of his room's door too. Now he really didn't have a choice now did he?

~+~

"Why are you being so reluctant, Xeha?"

The sound of roaring engines was enough to constrain the lecture that was about to be given by his father. Leaning onto the car's tinted windows as he tried to find peace in this inevitable ride. Everything felt somewhat out of place. His clothes, -the ones his father had picked out for him- were decent, they were complementary enough to his father's. Just more casual and less formal(smart). White collared short-sleeved shirt matched with a black tie and a pair of black jeans. They didn't fit him perfectly, being so old that it's been years since he lat worn them. Lost and forgotten in the depths of his closet.