Red Yarn
Chapter 2's

As soon as he entered the door, he felt his shoulders stiffen and his jaw clenched. Being at home always makes her feel suffocated, like she can't breathe. She knew it had something to do with her relationship with her father, who always seemed to push her to be the best.

But tonight, she felt a different kind of discomfort. He couldn't stop thinking about Adipta, about the way she laughed and joked with him, about the way she made him feel so alive. He knew his feelings were real, that he could not ignore them anymore.

As she walked into her room, she realized that something had to change. He cannot continue to live in a world where he is constantly strangled by expectations and pressures, where he feels he is always missing something. He wants to be happy, free.

But he also knows that making that change takes a lot of courage and determination. He knew that his father would not be happy with him, that he would try to hold him back. But he also knew that he could not continue to live a life that did not belong to him.

He took a deep breath and sat on his bed, determined to make a plan. It won't be easy, but he's ready to face whatever comes his way. He will live his life in his own way, and no one, not even his father, will control him.

Mind racing. He knew he had to do something, and live his own way. But the thought is scary. She grew up with her hopes, having been prepared to be the perfect daughter, the perfect student, the perfect woman. Freeing himself from it was tantamount to breaking a part of his limbs.

But when he thought about it, he realized that he didn't really have a choice. He was tired of living a life that did not belong to him, tired of always feeling like he was missing something. He has to be himself, to realize his own dream.

So, he made a decision. He will confront his father and tell him how he feels, how he needs to be himself. He didn't know how he would react, or how he would accept it, but he had to take risks.

He took a deep breath and headed to his father's office, determined to face him and defend himself. He was nervous, but he was hopeful too. She knows that change will not be easy, but she is willing to do anything to live her life on her own terms.

As he approached his father's office, Triash could feel his heart pounding. He had never spoken to his father like this before, never fought him like this. However, he knew it was something he had to do.

He stopped outside his office door, took a deep breath, and then knocked. A moment later, his father called out, telling him to come in.

Triash opened the door and stepped in, closing it behind him. His father was sitting at his desk, a stack of papers in front of him. He looked up at his daughter coming in, and Triash hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Dad," he began, taking another deep breath.

"I know we've never really talked about things like this before, but I need to say something. I want to be myself."

His father's expression hardened, and he put his pen on the table. "What do you mean, Triash?" he asked, his voice flat and intimidating.

Triash felt his heart sink as his father's face turned angry. He knew that what he said was not what his father wanted to hear, but he could not help it. He had to follow his own path, to live his own life.

"Triash, how dare you talk to me like that!" snapped at his father, his voice rising in anger. "I've worked hard to support you, to give you the best life, and this is how you pay me?"

Triash felt his chest tight, struggling to breathe. He knew he could not retreat, could not let his father's anger continue to curb his life. But he also knew that he needed to tread carefully, to find the right words.

As his father continued to shout and scold him, Triash sat still, his mind racing. He needed to find a way to calm her down, to make her understand his point of view. So, he took a deep breath, and spoke again.

"Dad, I know you've worked hard. And I appreciate everything you've done for me, really. But that doesn't give you the right to control my life. I have to be myself, to make my own choices."

His father became very angry, they were arguing all night. That's when Triash lost control. The anger he endured, the frustration and resentment he felt towards his father over the years, the anger and hurt and fear that had burned right beneath the surface, were all over the world, everything flows out in an outpouring of emotion. He attacked his father, no matter if he hurt him or not.

Regardless of the magnitude of what had just happened, there was still a part of him that felt relieved, that felt as if he had finally let go of some of the anger and wounds that had accumulated inside for so long.

He turned away from his father, his eyes glazed over, and walked towards the door. As he grabbed the handle, he heard his father's footsteps behind him, his voice calling out his name. But he did not stop, did not look back, did not respond. Instead, he opened the door and stepped out.

For a moment, he stood there, his eyes closed, his hands clenched at his sides. And then he took a deep breath, opened his eyes again, and started walking away, his heart heavy with everything that had just happened.

As Triash entered his room, he let out a long sigh and flopped down on his bed, his mind racing. He could not believe what had just happened, could not believe that he had finally spoken to his father, ended up defending himself despite not getting the results he wanted. And in spite of the pain and wounds still inside, she felt a sense of relief approaching her, a feeling that she had made the right choice.

He lay on his bed for a while, his eyes closed, his body silent. And then, slowly, he began to fall into a deep sleep, his mind drifting away from the events of that night, his dream filled with a feeling of peace and contentment.

His father was a powerful and influential man, and he knew that fighting him would have consequences. But he is determined, determined to forge his own path, to live his life on his own terms. He could not shake the feeling of loneliness and loss that haunted him. Her mother has always been her rock back, her biggest supporter, and her true best friend. Now that she's gone, that support and guidance is also gone, leaving Triash to cope with his own turmoil of broken relationships with his father.

He misses his mother a lot, misses the way he is always there to listen to her, to give her advice. And in her darkest moments, she found herself wishing she could turn back time, that she could converse once more with her mother, just one more chance to hear her voice and feel the warmth of her embrace.