Chapter 66 - Fifty-Six
LEO
My grandparent’s house is somewhere nobody actually knows about. No, everyone knows about this place about this place. They just pretend they don’t or they don’t think there is anyone left to actually take care of it. This place is long forgotten by society and is abandoned.
Now it is under my name. This place is one of the few things my grandmother left me before she died. This Snow Manor is located a hundred kilometers away from the civilization and the worldly noises. It’s because my grandpa liked this way. He loved greenery. He loved gardening. This is why there is a huge garden on our front porch.
After he died my grandma took care of the garden and I helped out sometimes. After all these months nothing seems to have changed all that much. It’s all the same but this house has lost its mistress and as well as its usual glory.
I have tried to keep it clean as much as I can. I didn’t cut off the electricity and other supplies. I tried to maintain it just like my grandma did but it’s all futile when a home turns into a house that is made of nothing but cold bricks and cements. There is no liveliness there used to be when I was small or when my grandparents were alive. It’s all memories now. Locked up in the dust gathering lockers in the back of my mind.
Because as much as they are beautiful, they are painful. Just like the love Erwin and I share. It’s beautiful but at the same time it’s painful. I ran away from him because I don’t want him to see me in pain, nor do I want to see him in pain. It will break me. Knowing that it’s all because of me. But it is still breaking me that I am not there with him. He is not here to hold me in his arms.
I miss him. I miss his warmth. His voice. His scent. His smile. His face. His body. All of it. Every part of him. But I can’t be with him if I want him to live and in one piece.
I haven’t been to the company for very long too. Then I lost my phone again. This is the second time in the year. I am becoming clumsier day by day. Does love make people clumsy? This is ridiculous. How can love make a person clumsy?
"Does Love make a person, hmm?" I murmur underneath my breath to the Tulips that I am watering right now. They used to be my grandpa’s favorite. He used to say that I look like them. Beautiful and delicate.