Kael Draeven
What is life, really?
One moment, you have everything. The next, it's gone, vanished in the blink of an eye.
You grow up with rules. Go to school. Get good grades. Listen to your teachers. Read. Write. Study until your brain aches. And somehow, you pass the exams because that's what you're supposed to do.
Expectations.
Love.
None of it was freely given. Because success wasn't earned easily in my house, but like every other house, you have that one reason to prove yourself, either to please someone. Might be yourself. Might be others.
But for me, that person was my mother.
She was my world.
I'd sat at the piano for hours, pressing keys with stiff fingers, trying to play something, anything, just because she loved music. Even though I never played anything good, I thought… Maybe if I tried hard enough, it would make her happy.
