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The drawing room became my favourite. I and Luca would spend hours there. From kisses to books to afternoon tea. My prison seemed less dull. This manor felt alive for once. It had meaning.

Sometimes our passion burned as bright as the fire we were in front of. We were a match. As much as I wanted to deny it, the attraction was always there, underneath bitterness and hate.

"I want to stay here forever." I'd say.
"We can Jo, marry me." He'd say.

I would laugh and then he'd tell me all his plans.

"We'd have a daughter named Zöe, and she's have your beautiful face and my brown hair. And we could live here till our deaths. This manor may be old but it would treat us right. It's still standing, isn't it?"

His theories mesmerised me.

"We'd be the fire burning in the fireplace. We'd be the moonlight shining in. We'd be the life this place lives off. We'd have so much life and joy that this big sad house could never rid us of it. I would always love you."

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