The corridors seem smaller now as I make my way towards my old room. I lived in so many places and couldn't call one home. But coming back here, where everything is so familiar, where I know every corner every door, every scratch on the walls, it makes me realize that this is the closest thing I had to one. A very cold home.
When I take the right turn to go to my old room, I see someone standing outside the door. By instinct, I take a step back and hide around the corner.
I someone spying? I ser to God, if Emilia is up something I'll make her a skewer.
But no, the man doesn't look like he's trying to hear the whispers from the other side of the door. He is just standing there. He is tall and has intense chocolate hair.
I try to move closer, quietly soI can see his face, but I am not gr
