[A/N: Don't worry, you haven't accidentally jumped into another story.]
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"Why is life always so cruel?"
Lucas muttered the words under his breath as his black suit clung to him as the rain cried along with him.
He was at his parents' funeral, more specifically, his mother's. He had turned eighteen only a few months ago.
It should have been the start of something bright but all he could see ahead was gray.
Lucas never had much of a social life or anything grand to brag about. But he had a family and that was enough for him.
A mother who greeted him every morning with a warm smile.
A father who was calm, patient and kind.
He had always been happy with that simple life.
Until that day… the day everything changed.
It began quietly.
His father had woken up acting strange and the first thing he did was—start smoking, it was something he never did at home.
He even asked strange questions. About Mom. About whether she had been "acting weird lately."
