I paced the room. The ticking clock, small yet repetitively annoying, echoed inside my head. The rain pattered on the windowpanes like tiny fingers.
All these sounds that I couldn't stop… everything so… loud…
I sat in an sillón por the crackling fuego as my eyes scanned the room around me. Forest green walls, a spiral staircase to my left, the living room was the same yet so different from before. There was an emptiness in the chamber and in my head and soul that had always been filled por her.
And now…
I sighed and closed my eyes. My fair hair trickled behind me like a waterfall. Her hair....
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