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 Stepping further into the threshold, into the room, my eyes dilate with bewilderment

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Stepping further into the threshold, into the room, my eyes dilate with bewilderment. Everywhere I turn it seems everything is striking out at me, from the vintage furniture to the accent wall that stands high on the opposite side of where I'm glued to the floor.

Two large windows stand from floor to ceiling beside the bed which is positioned perfectly in the middle of the wall, right across from the door. I stagger forward, leaving the door open, not bothering to close it. I pivot on my heel, taking in the magnificent plain walls, that doesn't seem so plain when the whole room is taken into consideration.

  The accent wall is made of rich, polished, dark oak wood that seems as new as a freshly picked strawberry. Not a speck of rust can be seen on any beam, no cracks, no scratches. Nothing. I stride closer to a dresser, close to the door to the closet. The exterior shines under the fluorescent light coming from a miniature sized chandelier hanging from the tray ceiling.

  I pull open one drawer with the knob, it's empty, just as every other one is as well. A knock sounds not he open door, startling me from my roaming and exploring rampage of the room. I step away from the dresser, and there standing in the doorway, is Dane; a handful of clothes are neatly stacked and folded within his hands.

  He clears his throat, "here, I brought you these."

"Thanks," I softly say, stepping closer to him and taking the fabric stacks within my own grasp. He slightly bows, nodding his head, saying a silent fair well with his blue irises. Ever now and then, the thought crosses my mind of how everyone's eyes are the same here, there's not another color around, only the unnatural blue shade that always seems to haunt me for a reason I hate. A feeling rather, one that I wish didn't exist.

Dane leaves through the door, leaving me alone again. I turn on my heel, setting the clothes on the surface of the dresser, striding to the window. Slowly, cautiously, I pull open the drapes that hang over the window, afraid to break them due to their high delicacy and intricate appeal.

The drapes hang from a sterling silver bar, several rings stuck in the fabric. As soon as I apply a little force, the drapes go sliding across the bar, revealing blinding morning sun rays. My eyes immediately, involuntarily, narrow to thin slits, my eyelids protecting my retina from the overwhelming amount of light.

My eyes adjust within seconds, and when they do, they open wide as they once were. I scrutinize the yard, that seems to be behind the large mansion. Trees with snow covered branches surround the yard, the grass glinting with small white particles.

Young children are scattered around the yard, running and playing in the snow, creating angles with their small arms and legs, laughing and enjoying themselves as if they were living in heaven. I find myself irresistibly smiling at the sight. It must be a dream to live here, to wake up to such a beautiful place every single day.

My once captivated eyes flicker to the side when I catch a faint sight from the corner of my eye. Alakade stands tall in the yard, with a dark, jet black beanie covering his dirty blonde locks, but he isn't alone. A blonde stands next to him, clinging to his arm for dear life, not letting go. I can only see the profile view of their bodies, but it doesn't take much for me to pick Alakade out of a crowd.

A spark flares within me, my stomach churning. I watch. Not blinking. Not moving a single mussel. That is until I close the blinds shut, not able to pull my own eyes away from the sight.

I hate this feeling. I hate it so much.

I want it to go away, it's making my insides hurt.

I don't know why this is happening, because my mind knows it can't happen...so why is it even coming up with such a thought about him?

It can't happen.

Never in a million years.

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Hey! Sorry for a short chapter, and for any mistakes you might've come across, I will be editing this later!

HAPPY READING!

~AlexisJadeS22

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