The House
Standing at the gate, he took in the building in front of him. The once well cared for mansion was falling apart, desperately crying out for someone, anyone to bring it back to it's former glory. That someone would be him, he thought, casting a quick glance to the right of him, eyeing the house beside it, and the girl who lay out in the lounge chair, the sun casting a warm glow over her body. He couldn't help but smile and push a loose lock of hair out of his face. "I'll take it," he spoke to the realtor, pulling out his checkbook and writing out the check.
"Are you sure sir? I mean you haven't even se-". The man's icy blue eyes had fallen onto the pudgy realtor and he interrupted him immediately with a wave of his hand, pressing the check in his hand and taking the key.
"I said I would take it. It's perfect for restoring." He spoke again, and opened the rusting gate. The first thing on his to do list was to fix the gate- right after introducing himself to the new neighbor. He stepped into the yard, kicking at some over grown weeds, and glanced down at the path below his feet. "Perfect for forgetting," He whispered to himself, and he traced absently over his right forearm, wincing as he hit a sore spot.
"Shall I leave you to it sir?" The realtor asked, thinking it was the easiest sale that he'd ever had. The house hadn't even been on the market a week, it wasn't as flashy as the other southern style plantations were, but it had certainly caught the attention of the pharmaceutical company owner Eric Northman, who had paid the full asking price of the owners who had long moved out.
"Please." Eric spoke, and had turned his attention to the outside of the house, and stepped inside, slowly adjusting to the gloominess. He reached across and flipped on the light switch, looking at the layers of dust that had built up over the left behind furniture. "Not too bad at all," He spoke softly to himself, as he took in the condition of the house, which was just in need of some minor repairs. He took his time exploring each room of the house, and frowned when he had found out that there was no phone or internet service. Gazing out the master bedroom's window, he saw the blonde girl still laying out there and he bit his bottom lip. What better way to forget the past then to move on?