"That's why we all came to see you. We thought that maybe seeing you in person would stop these dreams," his father said with a heavy sigh, the strain on his face clear.
Vivian stayed silent, lost in thought.
'Could it be because of the regression? Or something else? No,' he quickly pushed the thought away.
Maybe it was just a déjà vu kind of thing, since they had already lived through this time once before.
Still, he couldn't find a clear answer, and his thoughts slowly drifted apart.
His mother hesitated before speaking, her voice soft but worried.
"Son… did something happen? Why do you feel so different? Your body's change is one thing, but it's your presence… it feels strange, unfamiliar."
Vivian gave a bitter smile as he looked at her.
He couldn't bring himself to say anything.
It wasn't that it would ruin his plans or cause some big problem, no, it was something else.
He simply couldn't tell them, especially not his mother.
