I feel like my knees would be weak if I'll go upstairs or even glance the door of my mother's room. It was been three years I haven't visited her room. It's been years I'm not with my bed and I don't know what does it feel to be laying in my bed.
But I rather be alone outside than be alone inside my room. I feel like if I've been stuck in my room, my mind woud likely to change, and it woud pull me down in the darkness. And darkness would be the last thing I would see in my life.
I was in the living room with my brother and father. I'm glad that woman- Velen is out of my sight together with his son. Tristan were watching kids movies togetherness with his nanny.
"Did you use the gift I delivered in the Monte?" Dad asked. He was leaning while excitedly waiting for me to talk.
"The bike
