Home. Love. Family.
Words that when evoked tended to play a scenario, a feeling and even a sensation in one's mind. For Lukas, it was something that he hadn't exactly experienced all too well, hardly at all.
But in this place?
It was almost like he could taste it.
Something hot and sweet like hot chocolate, the delicious cocoa that filled one's mug with delight. Sometimes little marshmallows were included. And one couldn't possibly forget the foam.
Dreams did not seem like a good reminder of reality, but as Lukas gazed about the small place–all he could see was a small family all gathered together. Two parents and two children, two little girls.
One with red hair and the other pink.
For some reason, Lukas knew that he could move and act, and yet somehow he felt like he shouldn't be here. He shouldn't have been even allowed to be a bystander and to be privy to someone's innermost memories.
