n. the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your surroundings as a seal on a beach-lumbering, clumsy, easily distracted, huddled in the company of other misfits, unable to recognize the ambient roar of your intended...
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As everyone else gets over their mortality, I stand up to get a drink. Coffee's just not strong enough.
"No, we need to figure this out." says Diego, arguing with whatever our siblings said.
"Is it just us?" questions Allison.
"It's everybody." I mention, detached from what I'm saying.
"In the house?" asks Allison.
"The whole planet?" questions Diego.
"No, outside the house. Everyone died." says Luther darkly.
"Hey." says the soft voice of Vanya.
"Hmm?" hums Allison, having not heard Vanya.
"What's going on?" asks Vanya, looking around at all of us around each other.
"It's a family matter." mentions Allison, causing my eyes to widen at the sharp words she said toward Vanya, our sister.
"A family matter." repeats Vanya. "So couldn't bother to include me."
While Vanya and Allison argue, I notice the man behind Vanya. He's slightly tall, with a wider build, and wearing darker clothes.
"I'll fill you in later when were alone." whispers Allison towards Vanya.
"Please, please, don't bother." remarks Vanya. "And I won't either."
"Vanya, that's not fair." whines Allison.
"Fair?" repeats Vanya. "There's nothing fair about being your sister. I have been left out of everything for as long as I can remember. And I used to think it was Dad's fault, but he's dead. So it turns out you're the assholes."
"Ouch." gasps Klaus.
"Yeah, well, I tried when we were kids, but why would the abandoned adopted daughter of Reggie Hargreeves want to be friends with his biological daughter." I reply snarkily, walking out of the room.
I walk out of the room, heading towards Dad's study. Walking into the room, I stay by the door for a few minutes, looking around the room without my father in it.
I walk over towards his desk, pull open the secret drawer he has in his desk, and pulls out the black notebook he wrote in, about my mother before she died.
October 1, 1979
It finally happened. Today is the day that I've married my Oriella. She was truly stunning, as always. I've never wanted love or marriage until I met her in Dallas, Texas all those years ago. To think she was just a simple worker at a bakery and now is my wife.
Though she knows my idea on children, I think i'd change that just for her.
Let's see where life takes us, my love.
Reggie.
I flip through the pages until I get to another entry.
