SCARLET'S POV(continuation)
There were spider webs covering the entrance and Damien dusted them off with his hand and we went it. Everything was still intact, the small dining table for three in the dining room, the small kitchen where my mum used to make us magical meals in and the small living room where I spent some memorable quality time with them laughing the night away. I didn’t realize I was in tears until Damien wiped a tear off my face.
I led him to my room next, it was a small bedroom but I was content with its size
“This was my room” I told him as I sat on my bed and bounced on it a little bit, I loved doing that as a child and as a teenager. The closet caught my eye as I remembered that was where I was hiding while my parents were murdered in cold blood.
I stood up and walk
