Chapter 05: Winds of change.

The next year Peter lost his father in an accident. He realized he had to be the man of the house soon, support his mother in the coming years, until then his old bachelor paternal uncle would be there to support them around. He wasn’t sure what he was going to be, he didn’t have a plan yet. But given by his sane state of mind, it was clear he would get somewhere at a better place. 

“There was a time
I used to look into my father's eyes.
In a happy home
I was a king, I had a gold throne.
Those days are gone,
Now the memory's on the wall.”

Yes those King days were gone, not completely though, the fear of not being able to satisfy the role haunted his mind, his mother sensed it and asked him not to worry about it as yet. He felt that sixteen years of his life were not enough to have known his father and now he wouldn’t have a chance at that. 

He had lost another man in his life, this time forever. Father’s love was now only to be heard from his friends. Though he repented about the loss it was just because he knew his mother was sad, he never admired his father for his occasional obscure behavior, all the alcohol, violence at home, that sure had come to an end. But it was like a vacuum now, he felt a strange voidness at home. A feeling he wished would soon go away.

Veron was facing radical changes on his family front, his parents had decided to separate, he wasn’t aware why, and he couldn't seem to figure out the reason, they seemed like a happy couple to the world. Their divorce was having a detrimental effect on Veron’s life, his parents were worried but they had no choice, they thought that he would soon get accustomed to the change. 

Love seemed to be different than before, he wished he could chain down his family together even his elder brother so that they could happily live together. His mother went back to live with her parents at her native, Veron was never comfortable with life out of the city, he preferred living in the city apartment with his dad. 

He would call his mother everyday, more than once just to hear her voice. There would be times he would cry over the phone because he was left home alone as his father would be away on his business trips. This was getting more often, he was starting to get accustomed to living alone. He cooked food for himself, seldom called a close friend or two over to spend sometime and get rid of his loneliness. 

He had started keeping distance from friends and all his abuse adventures, he was rather feeling up the despair. He would spend time on his computer, play games, and watch sports. He gave up on having girlfriends and having fun, he wasn’t interested in momentary amusements anymore. In a few months he had accepted the situation and was well on track with his life.