Sky
I was standing in front of these two dark oak doors, fishing the keys out of my pocket. I needed not to knock. The place was my home. Inserting the key to the hole, I turned the doorknob and opened the door. The lights were on when I entered the living room, but nobody was around.
I sighed, looking around. I missed the place. Unlike the mansion, this was simpler, more cozy and comfortable. The living room was screaming vintage. The very old fireplace was lonely. Walking over to it, I put on a fire to warm the room.
Thinking that they might be in the kitchen, I stood up and was just about to go on my way when I heard a voice.
“I miss him already. Can you call him?”
I felt crying when I heard that very familiar voice
