NIKLAS
Unlike this morning, last night was great. Bella came to the bar sometime in the evening and we walked home together, chatting all the way to her apartment.
As it seemed to always be the case, we had a lot to chat about. From one topic to another, we ran our mouths, smiling all through. She asked me about my parents, saying I had never talked about them before. The truth was that my family was a little too complicated to just tell anyone about. Imagine how confused she would be if I had told her that my father died when he was almost seven hundred years old. Just thinking about it alone made a smile break across my face.
I did tell her about my father, after she asked, of course. My father was an interesting character and I enjoyed talking about him. He was a man who believed
