Indra can't remember many things. Maybe remember isn't the word but still.
His previous name. The color of his eyes, the color of his mom's eyes. He can't recall them.
The one thing that he can recall is his death. The next thing he knows, he's bein...
Futon: a Japanese quilted mattress rolled out on the floor for use as a bed; quilted sleeping pads that are stuffed with cotton or fiber fill and can sit directly on the floor or on a foam, tatami, or wooden mat.
Directionless: lacking in general aim or purpose.
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There was a time, when Indra was young and his family was whole, believing that he could do anything, be anything he wanted to be.
Under the purely chaotic cheerful aura of his sister, the unwavering love of his parents and the world that stretched out beautifully in front of him, he truly believed that his current life was enough.
Looking back, that feeling must have been so fragile for it to have shattered with a single blow.
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Yesterday he arrived at his home, by the use of Hans' quirk. He was tired beyond exhaustion.
Both mentally and physically.
His parents helped him cope to their best ability seeing him so down. Close to an episode, too close.
His parents made him tea, inviting the whole house. The workers were delighted seeing his Mother and Father doing something that wasn't work related.
It was a happy day at the end of it.
That didn't last long enough.
He had a nightmare, well, a memory to be exact.
"Where are you sweetheart?"
"Please don't hide from me."
"Come out!"
He didn't even dare to move a muscle. He hid inside the closet of the bathroom. Thoughts raced through his head, feeding into one another and blurring.
She can't find me.
What if she finds me?
Does she know where I am?
I need to hide.
I need to stay hidden.
He couldn't stay hidden for too long.
He was dragged out by that woman.
He promptly woke up after his nightmare rushing to the bathroom puking his guts out.
'How weak...'
He wiped off his vomit near his mouth.
'Disgusting,'
'Did I eat something bad? Probably not. Uh, stress? Maybe, anxiety? Also maybe, um the nightmare-' Someone knocked on the door, stopping him from diagnosing himself.
