I've always liked big houses. I'd drive around with Adrian and Mary, and we'd travel to the rich neighborhoods and point out the houses we liked best. I remember them being so beautiful, and I knew I wanted to live in a big house one day.
But then, we'd round the corner to see the ones protected by large gates. They were the ones the richest people in the area owned. I remember thinking how secluded and sad the people inside must be, surrounded by so many walls and echoes. Those houses - the massive ones - were the loney houses; they were the depressing ones. And so, I promised myself I'd never become too 'rich and famous', because otherwise, I'd have to move into one of the big, sad houses.
And I'd rather not step foot in one; I despised mansions.
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The Lovely Twist In Our Veins (An Eyeless Jack P.O.V & Romance)
Fanfiction[Sequel to What Lovely Kidneys You Have] Love is a special sort of tragedy. It breathes into your unexpecting lungs, a violent poison disguised as sweet perfume. Eyes twinkle with the brightest of soft, purple stars, a great constellation of beauty...
