New start... [ZhongLuc]

Chapter 1.

In the midst of cheering people and flowers gently falling to the ground, on the ice surface he had always dreamed of letting his blades drive over and in spite of all that, the spotlight was not on the 18 year old successful Diluc Raginvindr.

Instead he could just sit there and watch his best friend's sillhouette on the smooth surface as he stood there, bowing dramatically every now and then, celebrating his victory. The victory that should have belonged to him.

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"Why do I dream about it so often at the moment?" Diluc wondered in his mind immediately after he opened the crimson eyes of his.

For a moment he lingered on his tense back, which it surely shouldn't be at his age, 23.

Wow, Diluc thought, already five years without figure skating... no, he shouldn't think like that or about it anymore, it's over.

Diluc sighed and almost immediately felt a painful pressure pulling from his back into his chest.

Because of that the young man had to softly groan out when he pushed his back firmly in with his knuckles and at the same time bent backwards. He had seen this trick once at one of those YouTube Videos he had watched "Do this to relieve back and neck pain immediently!".

This certain stretch felt so good after this long work day he had completed yesterday night.

Serving costumers the food they ordered and to be polite, ask them if everything is alright with their food

Some visitors complain about little things that were the reason of nearing the end of Diluc's patience.

Children who had the volume of a high school cafeteria filled with hungry students.

He also was tired and his ears were pounding terribly from the many different sounds in the well-filled restaurant.

Why do the customers simply have no hesitation in burdening the already hard-working waiters with the problems they had with the restaurant's food, they don't cook it. Oh Diluc had to listen to so many things in the 4 years that he worked in the "Angel's share".

Just the thought of his workplace at night time on the weekend made his blood boil.

After he finally decided to swing his legs over the edge of the bed and put his feet on the expensive wooden floor.

Diluc was a little startled and literally jumped onto the fluffy white carpet right in front of his bed. The ground kept cooling down overnight.
Why had he decided against the underfloor heating again?

He quickly put the black beding now nicely folded back on the double bed in the left corner of his bedroom.

It took him about three tired steps to get his likewise simple black clothes, which were neatly folded on a stool. black turtleneck sweater, black trousers, which were held up on his waist by a also black belt with a big golden buckle, black pointed stiffelettes and, as a small splash of color, red socks, which went well with his flaming hair. It was simple but chic.

He looked at himself in a full length mirror, satisfied until his slightely greasy hair remembered him that he still needed to take a shower which ment that he needed to take off his outfit again.

In anger, his grip on his hair tightened a little, his jaw pressed together hardly until he cought himself from being too upset about such a little thing and just sighed. Thereupon he marched into the classy black shower. The hot water, admittedly, felt incredibly good.

Now finally clean with fresh, healthy, shiny hair, washed face and brushed teeth, Diluc was able to throw on his black, slightly oversized coat and tie his long mane in a high ponytail to get  his groceries for the next two days.