“I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, but you came back, but just—why didn't you take me?” She wrote. ***** Well, that was last year. The year before her father disappeared. Disappeared into his immortal life. Mortal hearts can only take so much hurt. Immortal hearts aren’t much different, especially if they’ve been foolishly given to the wrong people. Was this it, then? Was this heartbreak? She lay on the bed, holding her family picture, all alone in an entire mansion. Its marble halls shall always be remembered by the picture, imprinted in her mind. That one moment she was thinking about the good times when her brother would have been running around, disturbing all the guards, father, running after him, holding a box full of apples, and mother, standing on the balcony, laughing at the scene they were making, and her, behind the camera, taking the picture. This was the first and last picture she had ever taken of all of them together. All creased from the times she had taken it out of its frame. And here they were. All in the picture. All smiling. All happy. And the sad thing was, she wasn’t there, and she never will be.
to be continued
