Longing
Getting out of the dungeon, I returned back to my home. It has been a while since I come home. When I hunted in the slime dungeon, I stayed at a hotel near the dungeon for convenience's sake. To be honest I missed my bed. Opening the door of my house, it is dark and cold. The lights are not turned on and the warmer hasn’t been set. As I stepped inside, I feel that I really miss the old days when my family is still here. I know that although sometimes my family even forget that I exist, the home that I come back is never feel this cold. The lights are always on and the warmth from my family is there. The chatter I always hear on the dining table, the occasional sorry from them for forgetting about me. F*ck I miss my family. I didn’t cry really. Only there’s a little teardrop formed when
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