"You look uncomfortable," I said.
Charles, he's kind of stressed. Since we returned to this mansion three days ago. Charles just kept daydreaming if he had the chance. I felt uncomfortable by it, as if I didn't exist and was forgotten. Even though only three days ago, he said he loved me. Isn't it too soon to ignore what he said himself, I'm still thinking about what he said.
Charles shook his head weakly. "No," he answered simply.
"Yes."
"No, Rosie. I'm just frustrated and confused. That's it!"
"Come on, let's go outside, maybe a little cool breeze will make you feel better," I offered him.
"Shut up!" annoyed. After that, he immediately walked away leaving me alone, I don't know where.
Thinking positive, that's what my inner instinct tells me.
I looked at the clock on the wall, no
