I wiped away a tear rolling down my cheek with my fingers. A fake smile graced my face, hoping to push away the loniless that was building up in my chest. My feet led me down the hallway towards the bedroom. A step over the threshold, heading straight for the wardrobe. A warm gray sweater, light jeans, and all the other necessary items. I clutched the towel in my hand as I dried my wet hair, my body regaining its normal temperature little by little. My stomach made a strange sound, demanding food, so the kitchen was the goal. A long corridor ahead, no sign of Scarlet around, probably changed her clothes quicker than me. Steps leading down, bustle coming from the front, another corridor, fingers slipping to the handle.
Everyone at the table was chatting loudly, joking, and socializing. I
