Transmigrated As The Perverted Young Master

Chapter 100 The Real Family Love!

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"Wa-wait! What are yo--" His voice trailed off as he saw her body turning to dust. All traces of her disappeared as if she had never existed in the first place.

All the love he felt, all the memories they shared vanished with her. He blinked his eyes and looked around, seeing nothing but empty air. There was absolutely nobody else present except for himself and everything went blank.

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Damien opened his eyes, startled. "Oh, he's awake!" He heard a gasp from the side. "Emily! he's awake!"

Damien's vision slowly adjusted to the brightness of the room as he heard familiar voices. Confused and disoriented, he turned his head towards the source of the sound and his heart skipped a beat.

Standing beside his bed, tears streaming down her face, was his mother. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of relief and joy as she reached out to touch Damien's face gently.

"Oh, my sweet boy, you're finally awake," his mother whispered, her voice quivering with emotion.

Damien's confusion shifted to a profound sense of comfort and happiness. He tried to speak, but his voice caught in his throat. He managed a weak smile, his eyes welling up with tears as he realized that he was no longer trapped in his hallucination.

As his mother embraced him, Damien felt a sense of security and love wash over him. The weight of the hallucination began to fade, replaced by the warmth of his mother's presence. He looked around the room, taking in the sight of his familiar surroundings—the walls adorned with family photographs, the comforting scent of home, and the sound of his sister's footsteps approaching.

Emily rushed into the room, a mix of excitement and relief on her face. She ran to Damien's side, hugging him tightly. "I knew you'd wake up, big brother!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with unfiltered happiness.

Tears of gratitude and happiness streamed down Damien's face as he held his mother and sister close. The hallucination had felt so real, so vivid, but now he understood that it was merely a product of his mind. The love and warmth he had experienced with Lilith were echoes of his deep longing for connection and belonging.

In that moment, Damien realized the true value of his real family—the unwavering love, support, and presence they provided. He understood that no hallucination could ever replace the bonds forged through shared memories, laughter, and even the struggles they had faced together.

As the realization settled within him, Damien's heart filled with renewed hope and determination. He knew that he had to cherish and nurture the relationships that were right in front of him. From this day forward, he would treasure every moment with his family, embracing the ups and downs of life, knowing that their love was genuine and irreplaceable.

With his mother's hand in his and his sister's arms wrapped around him, Damien knew he had found his true sanctuary—the embrace of a real family that would stand by him through thick and thin. And together, they would create countless cherished memories, knowing that they were woven with the threads of genuine love and connection.

As the evening drew near, Damien's mother, Grace, decided to organize a family dinner. It was an event they used to have regularly before Damien's world became entangled with the virtual realm. The aroma of home-cooked meals filled the air, tempting their taste buds and beckoning them to the dining table.

Damien slowly got up from the bed, his body still feeling a bit weak, but his spirit was reinvigorated by the prospect of reconnecting with his real family. He made his way to the living room where his mother was setting the table with care and attention to detail. The tablecloth was pristine white, and the silverware shimmered under the warm glow of the chandelier above.

"Welcome back, my darling," Grace said, turning towards Damien with a bright smile. "We're having a special family dinner tonight. Your favourite dishes are being prepared."

Damien's eyes lit up at the thought of his mother's delicious cooking. The aroma of roasted chicken, savoury mashed potatoes, and freshly baked bread filled the room, making his stomach growl with anticipation. The dining table was adorned with flowers, adding a touch of elegance and warmth to the atmosphere.

As Damien took his seat, he glanced at his sister, Emily, who was practically bursting with excitement. She had taken it upon herself to make colourful place cards for each family member, complete with drawings and little messages of love. Damien's heart swelled with affection for his sister's thoughtful gesture.

The room was filled with laughter and chatter as the family gathered around the table. Damien's father, Jeremy, joined them, his presence bringing a sense of stability and strength. They began to share stories of their day, catching up on the moments they had missed during Damien's absence. It felt as if time had stood still, and they were transported back to a time when simple family moments like these were cherished above all else.

Grace served the scrumptious meal, her eyes glowing with happiness as she watched her family indulge in her culinary creations. Damien savoured every bite, the flavours dancing on his taste buds, while the warmth of his family's love filled his heart.

As they ate, they reminisced about past family events and traditions. Damien's father recounted the hilarious mishaps of their last summer vacation, causing everyone to burst into laughter. Emily eagerly shared her latest artwork, and Damien couldn't help but feel a sense of pride for his talented sister.

The joyous atmosphere continued long after the plates were emptied. Grace brought out a homemade dessert, a decadent chocolate cake adorned with candles. They sang "Happy Family" instead of the traditional birthday song, a little inside joke that always made them giggle.

With each passing moment, Damien's earlier hallucination faded further into the recesses of his mind. He realized that the ideal family he had yearned for wasn't a figment of his imagination but rather a reflection of the love and warmth that his real family had always provided.