I open my eyes, expecting to be surrounded by that strange, ethereal whiteness where the angel had spoken to . But instead, I'm greeted by sothing entirely different. Gone are the empty, endless expanses of that otherworldly realm.
Now, my vision is filled with the face of a young woman—a beautiful, blonde-haired woman with striking red eyes that sparkle with warmth and kindness. Her face is full of life, glowing with an energy that imdiately makes feel at ease. It's a face that could easily belong to an idol or a celebrity back in my old world.
As I take in her features, I can see that she's smiling down at , her expression one of pure joy. It's a smile so bright that it could chase away the darkest clouds. Her beauty is almost overwhelming, and for a mont, I forget everything else. There's sothing deeply comforting about her presence, as if everything terrible that has ever happened to is nothing but a distant mory in her light.
But wait a second... sothing's off. Why is she holding ? The realization hits like a ton of bricks—I'm not just lying in her arms; I'm being carried like a newborn baby.
A wave of shock runs through , and I try to move, to speak, but all that cos out is a tiny, helpless gurgle. My limbs feel strange and uncoordinated, like I'm not in control of them. My body feels impossibly small and fragile.
Before I can even begin to process this, the woman speaks, her voice as sweet and gentle as her appearance.
"Will... Will will be your na," she says softly, as if the words are a sacred declaration.
Her voice is filled with such affection that it sends a strange warmth coursing through . I'm stunned. Will? Is that supposed to be my na? Does that an...?
I'm reborn. The realization slowly dawns on . I really did get another chance, just as the angel had promised. And this beautiful woman, with her soothing voice and radiant smile, is my mother in this new world.
For a mont, a surge of relief and happiness washes over . This place... it seems like a paradise, a far cry from the misery and suffering of my previous life.
As I marvel at the turn of events, another voice suddenly joins the scene, breaking through my thoughts. It's a man's voice, brimming with excitent and perhaps a hint of nervousness.
"Lily, can I hold Will now?" the man asks, his tone carrying a kind of eagerness that only a proud new father could muster.
The woman—my mother—turns her gaze toward the man, and her smile sohow grows even warr. "Of course, Will, here's your father," she replies, her voice filled with affection as she carefully hands over.
So, my mother's na is Lily, I think to myself as I'm transferred from her arms to those of my father. As I look up at the man who now holds , I take in his appearance.
Unlike my mother, whose beauty could captivate the masses, my father has a more subdued charm. His build isn't particularly large or muscular; in fact, he seems rather ordinary. His blue hair matches his eyes, both of which are bright but carry a hint of weariness, as if he's seen his share of life's challenges. There's a softness to his features, a gentleness that makes him seem approachable, even if he doesn't exactly look like soone who could protect his family from danger.
Despite his rather unassuming appearance, there's an unmistakable kindness in the way he holds , as if I'm the most precious thing in the world to him. His arms, though not particularly strong, cradle with care. I can feel the steady beat of his heart through his chest, a rhythmic assurance that everything will be okay.
"Will, I am your father, William," he says, his voice trembling slightly with emotion. It's clear that he's overwheld with joy, perhaps even a little nervous about his new role as a father. "I will do my best to raise you well," he adds, a vow filled with determination.
So, my father's na is William... just like mine. I can't help but find it a little amusing, though the thought is fleeting. Right now, I'm more focused on the fact that I've been reborn into a family that already loves so much.
My mother, Lily, with her radiant beauty and gentle deanor, and my father, William, with his quiet strength and kindness... they're my parents now. I can't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude toward the angel who gave this second chance.
I guess I'll have to wait a few years before I can really do anything on my own, I think to myself, resigning to the fact that I'm just a newborn for now. But in the anti, I can already tell that this life is going to be different. This ti, I'm going to live my life to the fullest, just like I promised.
As I lie in my father's arms, a sudden pang of hunger hits out of nowhere, cutting through my thoughts. It's an uncomfortable, gnawing sensation, and it takes by surprise.
I try to speak, to tell them that I'm hungry, but all that cos out is a pitiful wail. The sound of my own crying startles . It's strange to think that I'm so helpless now that I can't even communicate my most basic needs.
My father looks down at , his expression one of concern. "Why did you start crying all of a sudden?" he asks, clearly worried. He glances over at my mother, seeking guidance.
Lily, who seems much more in tune with what's happening, smiles knowingly. "He must be hungry," she says gently. "Let hold him. I'll feed him."
William nods and carefully hands back to my mother. As she cradles in her arms once more, I feel an overwhelming sense of security, like nothing bad can happen as long as she's holding . But then, her words sink in. Feed ? How is she going to—wait, is she going to—?
My train of thought is abruptly derailed as Lily begins to unbutton the top of her dress, revealing her chest. I realize with a start that she's going to breastfeed . My face would flush with embarrassnt if it could, but all I can do is stare in shock as she positions against her breast.
"Here, Will," she says softly, guiding my mouth to her nipple. Her voice is full of love and patience, as if she knows exactly how awkward this must be for . "It's okay. You need to eat to grow strong."
I have no choice but to latch on. After all, I need to survive. The mont my mouth closes around her nipple, I'm overwheld by an instinctual drive to suckle, and to my surprise, the milk that flows into my mouth is warm and comforting. It's soothing in a way I never expected, and before I know it, I'm drinking eagerly, all my previous discomfort forgotten. The rich, creamy taste fills with a warmth that spreads through my entire body, and the hunger that had been gnawing at just monts ago begins to fade away.
As I continue to feed, a strange sense of contentnt washes over . This is so different from the life I knew before, so much more... peaceful. There's no pain, no loneliness, no despair. Just warmth, love, and the feeling of being cared for. It's almost too good to be true.
After what feels like both an eternity and an instant, I begin to feel sleepy. My eyelids grow heavy, and the world around starts to blur. I'm so full, so comfortable, that I can't keep my eyes open any longer. My mother's gentle humming fills the air as she rocks back and forth, lulling into a deep, dreamless sleep.
I drift off in her arms, feeling safe and loved in a way I've never experienced before. This world, this life... it's already so much better than anything I could have imagined. And as I fade into the comforting darkness, I know that whatever challenges lie ahead, I won't be facing them alone. I have a family now, a real family that cares for . And with that thought, I let myself be carried away into sleep, ready to embrace whatever this new world has in store for .
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