Milk_Is_My_Drug

Chapter 9: Semblance

The morning sun crept through the window as Crimson stirred from his sleep. His body felt heavy but rested, the ache of his injuries dulled to a manageable throb. Opening his eyes, he found Ruby and Yang perched beside him on the bed. Ruby’s bright eyes lit up when she saw him stir, while Yang looked down, her hands clasped tightly together.

“Crimson!” Ruby exclaimed, leaning closer. “You’re awake!”

Yang looked up, her violet eyes meeting his. “Crimson, I…” she b...

Chapter 8: Reminder

The house was cloaked in an uneasy quiet, broken only by the rhythmic chirping of crickets outside. It was late into the night, and the dim glow of a bedside lamp cast soft shadows across the room. Crimson lay still in his bed, his face pale, his breathing steady but shallow. Bandages wrapped his right hand and forearm, while his left leg was propped up with a splint. His siblings, Ruby and Yang, sat beside him, their small faces etched with worry.

Yang clutched Ruby’s hand tightly, h...

Chapter 7: Second Form

Two more weeks slipped by, and a semblance of normalcy began to return to the Xiao Long household. Taiyang finally started leaving the house again, spending time at Signal Academy and even meeting old friends. Though his grief still lingered, his efforts to engage with the world gave his children a sense of stability they sorely needed. Mornings were less somber, and evenings occasionally carried the faint echoes of laughter.

Yang, however, remained preoccupied. Her uncle’s revelation...

Chapter 6: Grief and Resilience

An entire week passed, shrouding the Xiao Long household in a somber quiet. The days bled into one another as Taiyang sank deeper into his grief, withdrawing from his children and the world around him. He had taken an open leave from Signal Academy, unable to summon the energy to teach or even face his colleagues. His presence in the house was little more than a shadow, a reminder of the man he had been before Summer’s death.

Ruby and Yang, still grappling with their own loss, spent m...

Chapter 5: Grief

The weak morning sun cast its pale light across the island, but it could not dispel the damp chill lingering in the air as the family gathered at the edge of a cliff overlooking the ocean. The sky was a muted gray, and the waves below crashed rhythmically against the jagged rocks. In the center of the group stood a newly carved gravestone, simple yet poignant, adorned with a small bouquet of wildflowers. The Summer’s emblem engraved on it along the words: Summer Rose / Thus Kindly I...