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AttemptsAtTG — Silver Linings - Chapter 8 Part 2
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going back to the regular schedule for this since i'm not being an idiot and forgetting to post things for two days straight lmaoSilver Linings - Table of Contents
Prologue
Silver Linings - Prologue
ARC ONE
Chapter 1: Rise and Shine!
Part 1 - Silver Linings - Chapter 1 Part 1
Part 2 - Silver Linings - Chapter 1 Part 2
Chapter 2: In Plain Sight
Part 1 - Silver Linings - Chapter 2 Part 1
Part 2 - Silver Linings - Chapter 2 Part 2
Part 3 - Silver Linings - Chapter 2 Part 3
Chapter 3: Figuring Things Out
Part 1 - Silver Linings - Chapter 3 Part 1
Part 2 - Silver Linings - Chapter 3 Part 2
Part 3 - Silver Linings - Chapter 3 Part 3
Chapter 4: A Warm Bath
Part 1 - Silver Linings - Chapter 4 Part 1
Part 2 - Silver Linings - Chapter 4 Part 2
Part 3 - Silver Linings - Chapter 4 Part 3
Chapter 5: A Doorbell's Ring
Part 1 - Silver Linings - Chapter 5 Part 1
Part 2 - Silver Linings - Chapter 5 Part 2
Part 3 - Silver Linings - Chapter 5 Part 3
Chapter 6: Talking It Out
Part 1 - Silver Linings - Chapter 6 Part 1
Part 2 - Silver Linings - Chapter 6 Part 2
Part 3 - Silver Linings - Chapter 6 Part 3
Chapter 7: Not My Business
Part 1 - Silver Linings - Chapter 7 Part 1
Part 2 - Silver Linings - Chapter 7 Part 2
Part 3 - Silver Linings - Chapter 7 Part 3
Part 4 - Silver Linings - Chapter 7 Part 4
ARC TWO
Chapter 8: Four Years Ago
Part 1 - Silver Linings - Chapter 8 Part 1
Part 2 - Here!!
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"Wow…" But any lingering doubts and uncertainties that I had, heck, even the sleepiness, all vanished as soon as I saw the dining table, and what sat on it. It was food… a lot of it. Already seated at the table was a girl with black hair, delightfully inhaling food and barely giving us a second glance as we came in. "Good morning, aunt Ria!!" I ruffled Pri's hair as I sat down beside her, a smile coming naturally to my face as I saw her. "For the last time, don't call me aunt! I'm only four years older than you…" "That makes you old!" She stuck out her tongue at me, and I gave her another headpat.
"Here is your food, Mistress Valeria." Celeste placed a heaping plate of steaming food right in front of me, my nose twitching as I smelled the fragrance and my stomach started grumbling immediately. "Well, don't mind if I do!" I gleefully dug into the omelette, closing my eyes and shuddering at how good it tasted. It was way, way, way, way better than anything the three of us had ever made, and as I gleefully took another bite of the omelette I raised my thumb up towards Celeste, who was stooping down a little to pour me a cup of tea. "It's reeeeeeeallllyyyyy good!" "Ah…" Celeste's expression remained mostly unchanged, but… was she blushing!? "I thank you for the compliment, Mistress…" I laughed, and reached out to give her a headpat just like I had Pri. "Loosen up a little! You're cuter that way…" "...I will strive to keep that in mind, Mistress."
"Oh, no!!" As the clock began to strike noon I suddenly remembered where I was supposed to be, taking a piece of toast from my plate and running out of the dining room. "That's why I told you to wake up earlier, Valeria…" Sis sighed loudly as I dashed past her, but I was already out of the room and so couldn't respond to her. And I had the piece of perfectly crunchy and buttered toast in my mouth… I must have looked like some stereotypical character out of an anime or something. Swallowing down the entire piece of toast, I emerged from the front door of our house into a bright summer's day, taking a deep breath in of the clear countryside air.
Just beside our main house was a smaller wooden building with two floors - the side house where Mother lived. She never left that building, with all the food and ingredients delivered by us to the doorstep and all the waste gone… somewhere. Mother had her methods. As I did every week, I rapped three times on the rickety wooden front door, the sign that I was about to go in, and as she did every week, Mother did not respond. "I'm coming in!" Keeping my tone light, I pulled open the door and stepped through the threshold.
