This thought of this story while i was listening to the song "Little house" by Amanda Seyfried. It kinda made me sad but thanks to that i thought of this story. I recommend listening to the song while reading this. It sets the mood :D well anyway,

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P.S - Sorry if i'am not updating any of my stories! . i'm very troubled.


"Little house"

I entered our room and looked at your window where rays of the setting sun found my eyes. I picked up all your clothes on the ground and secretly smelled them. The sweet smell of strawberry was still attached to one of your t-shirts.

I folded them neatly like what you always do… and placed them in a box. "I hoped for us to be forever".

Do you remember when you entered the room and gave me that sweet smile that I can never say no to? You sat next to me and said my name twice, thrice as if it was the only thing you could say with your sweet voice. I wish our time here will last forever; is what I wanted to say but you knew it already, and possibly you were wishing the same thing. You held my hand and linked our fingers together.

It was raining and the power went out. I was looking for candles in our kitchen, but I can't seem to find any. All of a sudden the loud scary sound of thunder was heard outside our home. I got terrified and sat down on the floor hugging my knees so it would bring me comfort. Remember how you hugged me from behind reassuring me you were here. "Don't leave me" I wanted to say but words would not come out of my mouth. You hugged me tightly as if you read my thoughts.

Now I looked around this room again, and remembered you sitting on our bed waiting for me to tell you how much I love you. I remembered how you used to put your head on my lap and instantly drift off to sleep when I started to sing your favorite song. When my eyes started to get blurry… your image seemed to disappear, leaving only the stray of light behind you. I stood up and took my luggage and took one last look on our room before I closed the door.

I sat down my bags in front of the door and looked inside our house. The living room where it used to be always loud is now quiet. The kitchen where you used to be always found is now closed. And our room where we shared our past in now empty… and our home is nothing more but a house.

I picked up my bags and opened the door. But before I went out, I took one last glance at our house and smiled. Unintentionally… it made a tear drop from my eye. I can see you standing there smiling at me, waving goodbye like what you always do when I set off to work. I could still remember when I go back home, you were there welcoming me with your beautiful smile… But this time…

I won't be going back here… and you won't be smiling at for me anymore. The door made a soft creaking noise when I closed it. I didn't turn back and continued walking away far from our house.

I didn't looked back, for I know you won't be there anymore… but even so, I will still dream of you every night. You will still be smiling for me in that dream, and I will always come back home. I will always dream of you and this house… our Little House.


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