Today I woke up feeling different. Something felt different but I could not my finger at it. I looked around my room trying to see if something is out of place but nothing was. Days had passed since the end of the war and the death of the Forte brothers and my father.
I remembered him falling onto the ground in agony. I still could not get it into my head that my biological father was dead. For the little time I have known him I felt like the weight of his death as if I had known him for my whole life.
I felt another roll of tears pour down my face. Ace enters the room carrying a plate of food for me. Since the death of my father, I had been stuck in my room. All I had thought about is the fight in the middle of Ace's room which was now under repairs because the fight thrashed the room.
