The first thing that invaded Ethan's thought as he opened his eyes was the chill that hugged his bones. He felt cold from the inside but it wasn't a bad feeling, weirdly.
It felt so good compared to the way he had been feeling for the past eighteen years of his life. The consistent weakness in his bone, not able to expend his strength to a certain extent.
Hell, he couldn't even join any sports.
His eyes finally opened after a little while and he stood up, even the bed he was laying on felt so different. Very different.
It was soft and it caressed his body in a very good way. He woke up feeling very good in all his body. But that was the least of the good things that had just happened to him.
Although there was a throbbing headache that attacked him the moment he stood up. He had to hold on to his head for a second to prevent himself from falling due to dizziness.
Then he raised his head.
'I feel different...'
It wasn't just a feel, Ethan felt as though he was standing atop some high platform. He looked down but there was nothing there and for some reason, his legs were incredibly long.
'Long legs... is this a dream?'
He felt like it was dream because his legs did not used to be so long, in fact he felt that they were very short and weak, he couldn't trek for too long, they'd start to shake. But right not his legs were long and felt very strong and fine.
The pants he was wearing was quote ruined. What used to pass his ankle now was barely passing the lower part of his calf.
This would have been very incredible had it not been a dream.
He shook his legs and decided to walk out of the fine deluxe room he was, the white and sleek furniture were enticing and gave a grand glamor to the room. He wasn't particularly poor but he had never seen a room like this one.
As he moved forward he passed the mirror on the wall which caused him to take another step back.
"Who the fuck is this?"
He asked the mirror. At this point, he was very sure that this was a dream. Because really who is this guy.
His rough wavy hair, covering the top of his head was still the same, his eyes that used to look so hollow had a bit of life in them and his cheeks were plum, his jawline was more shaped and manly.
His neck was thick, his shoulders were wide, down to his arms, chest and abs. It wasn't the best of best compared to all these gym-addicts but it was too good for a boy who coughs up blood after throwing a punch.
It was way too good.
"This can't be me..."
Ethan said as he touched his face, even the tone of his skin had changed.
He folded his arms on his chest and gave an absurd modeling pose. His chest bulged out, attractively. This were things he could only have in imagination and dreams.
'...this is a dream...'
His expression got sour as the thought of it being a dream reoccured to him. At the very least he wished that his mom would be alive in this dream.
His mom!
Ethan sprinted outside the moment he remembered his mom. His last memory of her wasn't one that he wished to live with and he truly hoped that memory was a dream and this one was the reality.
He came out into a upper floor, however, right below that flor was a large sitting room which could be vividly seen as there was no demarcation.
"Huh? Where is this?" He muttered his question as he came out.
"Hello Visitor, welcome to my humble apartment."
With a robotic voice, a doll-like lady in a maid dress said bowing her head.
She wasn't doll-like because she was beautiful, she was a literal doll. In addition to her robotic voice, nothing about her was happily.
"Hello Visitor, welcome to my humble apartment."
"Hello Visitor, welcome to my humble apartment."
"Hello Visitor, welcome to my humble apartment."
"Hello Visitor, welcome to my humble apartment."
Now, Ethan was met with confusion as the robot lady kept repeating the same thing over and over again, then it started stuttering and shaking.
"Ah! It's ruined..."
"Apparently..."
The real voice startled him.
Ethan had subconsciously jumped backward before realizing it. Just now there was no one around but the moment the man came and he didn't even realize it.
The first thing that pulled his attention was the man's empty sleeve that subtle danced against the cold air of the house.
Then his blue eyes and blonde hair.
"Wow, you've changed a lot in just three days."
"Three days?" Ethan's eyes widened. What did this man mean by three days.
"Yes you have been asleep for three days."
Ethan's brows came together as his eyes lost focus trying to figure how the hell he would be asleep for three days.
"Who are you? Where is my mother."
The man's expression suddenly became tensed as Ethan spoke of his mother.
"You don't remember..."
Right from the expression on his face, Ethan's fear began ti rise again. He didn't want that memory he had to be it and wished the man was looking so sad due to some other news.
"Remember what?"
The man gulped before speaking, "Your mother, she died."
He showed no hesitation in breaking the news to Ethan again. It was quite cruel from the vantage point of someone who wished reality was a little bit kinder to the young boy.
With a confirmation of the statement, Ethan's body shuddered and he sank to his knees. All of those memories of his mother's death and how he had been to her rushed into his head again.
He began to sob.
The man looked at him and signed.
"My name is Edward... and I'm your father's friend"