One shots Twst

Letter Part 2

but Riddle’s calm reasoning won over, and they both returned to their waiting.

But neither of them could shake the growing feeling that something was wrong.

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Silver stood outside a small café in the nearby village. The place was beautiful....and serene..

However his heart pounding as he glanced at the door. This was the meeting place, and inside, waiting for him, was a man claiming to be his uncle?

His stomach churned with anxiety...was this really a good idea?

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But then, that voice came back to him.

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He clenched his fists. No, this was the right choice. He needed to know where he came from, who he truly was, especially now that everything he thought he knew was unraveling.

Taking a deep breath, Silver pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The café was cozy, the smell of coffee and pastries filling the air. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on a man sitting alone at a corner table. He was tall, with dark hair streaked with grey at the temples, his sharp features vaguely familiar in a way that Silver couldn’t quite place. As their eyes met, the man stood and offered a small smile.

“Silver,” the man greeted warmly. “It’s good to finally meet you.”

Silver felt a strange sensation wash over him, a mix of anticipation and wariness. He walked toward the man and took the offered seat across from him.

The tension in the air was thick, but the man’s calm demeanor helped put him at ease.....just a little.

“I don’t know what to say,” Silver admitted, his voice low. “I didn’t even know I had any family left.”

The man’s smile softened, though there was a glint of something serious in his eyes.

“It’s true, our family is small. But our family have been searchinb for you ever since your father passed.....No when you had gone missing..."

Silver’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of his father. The father he never knew, the one Lilia rarely spoke about.

The conversation continued, filled with stories of his father and questions about Silver’s life at Night Raven College. But as the minutes passed, Silver couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of unease. It wasn’t anything the man said....it was more the weight of the situation itself.

He had come here hoping for answers, but now, he wasn’t sure if he was ready for them.

When the conversation finally ended, Silver stood to leave, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. The man offered a warm farewell, promising to keep in touch, but as Silver walked back toward the school, the confusion only deepened.

His thoughts returned to Diasomnia, to Malleus, to the fractured bond they once had.

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Would meeting this new family change anything?

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Could it heal the parts of him that felt broken?

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