"The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can ever end." ~ Benjamin Disraeli

Lukas.

I knocked on my father's study, i knew he was waiting for me although nothing could kill my mood. Today turned out to be way better than I thought it would. I guess everything was worth it for my Ella.

"Come in." My father summoned.

"Good morning." I greeted him with a smile sitting down on the opposite sit.

"This isn't a good morning. You - of all people should know that." He laid back in his leather chair rubbing his wrinkled forehead in a frustrated manor but I didn't care there was...