The Last of Us

C H A P T E R F I V E

(Songs for the chapter:
• Pieces - Rob Thomas
• So Cold - Ben Cocks
• The A Team - Ed Sheeran
• Flicker - Niall Horan)

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Adrian

"Father? Can I have some time of your time to speak with you?" I ask father, who is sitting behind his desk with a tablet on the desk as he designs more clothing for me to model for him.

I look around the big office that my father spends most of his time in. There are multiple pictures of me in different settings of Paris on the wall. The black and white checkered tile floor is sprawled all over the floor then strips on the wall. The big painting of mother is behind him, making me cast my eyes down to the floor. The big window on my left is where my father has the best view in the house. The sun sets beautifully there. Making it look idyllic.

I remember when every door in the house were open. Father allowed me to go into his office, and mother would be in the kitchen making treats for us. He would smile when he saw mother. They would both dance when music softly played through the radio. But without the presence of her with her light and warmth, the house is closed off and suffocating, and most likely, dead. And I don't think anything nor anyone could bring that warmth come back. Except for mother.

And perhaps Ladybug, who brings that blue aura every time I see her. She fills the emptiness in my heart. The gaping hole in the middle of my heart. She fills light in the darkest part in my mind. She is positive, turning my negative thoughts to good. And for some reason, I feel as if I'm not much of a burden as I am as Adrian.

"Of course, Adrian." Father replies.

My face lights up and I feel like I could breath again. I didn't realize that I have been holding in my breath for so long, because I can feel my balance again.

"Natalie will inform you when I'm free." Father completely crushes my happiness with his words. My smile falters before I shake my head.

I storm off, not catching my father's attention. I run up to my room and I slam the door shut, making sure it echoes in the quiet house. I lock it before I pace around in my room with my blood boiling in my veins. I tug on my roots as I look at the floor.

"Adrian?" Plagg speaks up.

"He will never know." I say out loud.

"Who?" Plagg asks.

"My father. He will never know what I want. He doesn't even care about how I feel. He won't tell even me about mom." I tell Plagg as I continue to pace around my room.

"Forget him, Adrian. He's not worth your time to even think about him." Plagg tries to calm me down, but I think I can't let it go.

"You don't get it, Plagg. He doesn't even ask me how I feel about mom leaving! He doesn't even show me a bit of sympathy ever since mom left. He always shut me out when I bring her up. He just stays in his office all day and god knows what does in there."

"Adrian, calm down." Plagg tries again.

"No, Plagg! I can't let it go. He's my father and he's suppose to be teaching me basketball, football, and the both of us should be watching a game on TV or in a stadium. But he doesn't. We don't do that because I am 'his' son. He's suppose to be telling me about what's out there, give me advice on girls, advice before going out. But instead he ignores me and shoos me away like I'm nothing." I say.

I stop pacing around the room as I stand in front of my computer. Mother's face appears on the desktop. She's smiling. Her almond shape eyes and her bright ember eyes sparkle. The youthful glow of her tanned skin is beautiful on her. Her blonde hair in a braid and rests on her left shoulder.