Everything is shiny and new, beautiful in its own way, yet it doesn't feel right. It's dead silent, not a peep in the place. I look around the main room, contemplating what to do, but I come up blank. Tears threaten to spill over my eyes, and I try my hardest not to let them. I have no reason to be sad. I have to stop being so emotional. But with nothing to do, my brain is stuck on the emptiness. We didn't have much free time in the Veil. We'd go to our classes in the early morning, have brief break in the middle of the day to socialize, and work on our specialties during the afternoon. We each had to take up extracurricular activities, so I trained in the early evening. Guardian time was crucial and everyone had to commit to his or her families. So every night at exactly seven, I was forced to go home and sit at a table with my parents and discuss the things going on in each of our lives. It was dreadful. My parents mostly spoke of their jobs and what was going on in our community, while I tried to sit there in silence and listen to their words.
