Gone. He was gone. My dear father, dead, just like that. We used to be close, before he started that stupid gambling addiction. He slowly drifted away from me, I never saw him anymore. I became closer and closer to my nanny, Ms. Heliotrope, who seemed to be the only person there for me. I lived for years without my father, and one day a man walks up to my front door, and tells me that he had been killed in a gambling accident.
"Maria," called Ms. Heliotrope, ripping me away from my thoughts, "come here child." But my feet stayed planted by my father's grave. Instead, I look up by the pillars and see a boy, fifteen maybe, leaning against one. He was dressed in all black with a red feather collar around his neck. We held eachother's stare. He had to be one of the most beautiful boys I have ever seen. Warm brown eyes and cute brown curly hair sticking out from under his black bowler hat. I smiled, he grinned back.
"Maria!" Called Ms. Heliotrope, "We need to go get your inhereritance from the lawyer!"
"Coming Ms. Heliotrope!" I replied. Before i left, i place a red rose on my father's coffin, and a white one on my mother's.
"I guess I'm an orphan now." I sighed sadly. I looked back at the pillars, trying to find the boy, but he was gone. It was almost as if he vanished into thin air.