A Longing Reunion
My eyes gazed upon the furniture hanging over the walls. A fireplace was at the corner, burning wood decently. A flower vase filled with white tulips was placed on top of it, besides the angel ornament with a broken right wing. We have stepped out from the door and now, we're on the third level. The thick plain grey curtains at the right side were hindering the moon’s light and air from entering the place. It was hot. Mr. Butch turned, he moved himself to the picture frame that was displayed over the wooden, circular table. A gold pen was beside it, on top of a clean paper with writings and a dragon stamp on its central top. “What is that, Mr. Butch?” “An agreement.” He curdled himself to me, smiling. “It’s…nothing. Let’s go find the others, Hannah.” “Oh. Okay.” He held my hand and w
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