Made For You [COMPLETED]

CHAPTER SIXTEEN: Splash

Julia's clothe above. Enjoy.

"I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt. Only more love."
Mother Teresa

Richard's POV

This is crazy. Like I keep going round and round and round and I'm starting to think that maybe I am being pushed around in a circle by an invisible force.

To say this house is big will be a degrading word but to say it is impossibly huge is damn right correct. Both inside and outside. I bet I can just get lost in some hideous places and I won't be found for years.

I'm kidding, but sarcasm is my life.

Okay. But maybe, just maybe I'm somewhat right.

For the past, approximately ten minutes, I've been trying to find my way back to the god damn game room, but I can't.

Yeah, I have lived in a mansion two towns away from here, but now, I live in a two storey with an old man who does everything in the simplest way possible despite his riches.

But trust me, this mansion is way too huge in comparison to the one I've lived in. It's quite an eye sight.

I calm down and try to think back to how I manage to find my way down when I came to take my phone in the living room. I'm sure I will get back up, but my mind isn't thinking of anything right now.

I'll just follow my instincts and go to wherever my legs take me to.

One step at a time, that's all it takes for me to move back and turn to the right side of the long passage between the rooms.

The walls are a work of art. Beautiful art works occupy the wall, they are so beautiful and I'm sure if Dove was here, she would take pictures of them.

And that just sounds like my Mum.

I walked further down, taking more steps back. Taking different turns and twist and climbing steps.

Haven't the guys notice I haven't returned yet?

More steps.

I wonder how many rooms are on each floor of this mansion.

More steps but slow ones, because-

I'm getting closer to the end of this present floor, and I am not going to stop moving because I want to see the sight it will present to me.

Good thing the glass wall is getting closer or am I getting closer?

Whatever is getting closer between the wall and I, I don't give a shit, all I know is that I'm right in front of the glass wall.

Looking down as I leaned closer, the sight below is so breathtaking. The beautiful garden is open to my eyes and I can get a better view of the whole place.

This is aesthetic.

Flowerbeds are well nurtured in a half moon shape. The glass house which I guess encloses a whole different plants, the swimming pool gives it a peaceful aura.

My eyes moved to a figure or a person sitting on one of the swings in the garden. The long brown curly hair shone more brightly under the evening sun, head bent over, as the swing moves slow and steady.

Could it be who I'm thinking?

The figure stood up and turned to face my direction.

It's her.

I wouldn't guess wrong.

Another figure I haven't seen after getting here joined her. The guy wore yellow all through. They both did some gestures with their body before the guy pecks her forehead.