Your family was practically at the top of the hierarchy. There were numbers of insufferable errands, events and meetings to attend to. They were almost never-ending.

With that being said, they never really had hours for you. You'd see them at least once or twice a week, but neither of you hold conversation.

You'd long given up the idea of trying to get them to spend time together. Everything you did was useless.

More often than not, they were always absent. It didn't matter in what way; physically, emotionally, mentally—you name it. Whenever you did see them and tried to complain about their behavior as parents, they just turned it against you and called you ungrateful—in which, you were not. You just wished they were there more often and did not neglect your presence.

The room was left silent, with only you in it. Your fingers tightened around your palm as you tried not to let your anger fume, nor your sadness to overwhelm you. Though, your emotions were ridiculously trying to eat at you.

You overheard your own parents say things about you. Going as far as wishing you had not been born and how they missed it when it was just the two of them.

You were so sick of it. The way they expected so much of you, but you can't expect anything from them. You could barely call them your parents at all. In the end, who could have you blamed but yourself?

You trudged up the stairs until you reached your room, tossing yourself in a corner with a blanket covering you like a pea in a pod. There, you let your soft sobs take over you. Your knees were hugged to your chest as you cried out loud.

Your servant—Chuuya, happened to be just passing by. He could hear the cries that escaped your room.

A light knock tapped against your door as he opened it to assure your wellbeing. He flicked the lights on as the light enveloped your room. He walked towards your direction before bending down to your eye-level.

"{{user}}...what's wrong?"