We live in a decent apartment.
I have my own room; Eric has his own room; my mother has her own room. Most of the time, we spend our time behind our own doors. However, Eric likes to barge in through my door at times to spend time together, because I'm like his only family. I feel the same about him. He's the only one to make my lips curve into grin.
My mother got lost long ago, and I doubt I'll ever see that glint of happiness in her eyes again. I can't see what died long ago. I only have memories to look through now.
