The closer we got to the house the more depressed I got. Even the songs got depressing themselves with sadness falling on me. I could not wait to get enough money and some information about myself so I could get out of there but my head suddenly turned, my heart aching. I would not see John anymore. I would not see his smile, his handsome face and hear his laugh. He was getting married, I reminded myself. I could not stay for him, he would never date someone like me. I was a maid and he was, well, he was royalty I think.
My heart ached, looking away and watching the darkness engulf the land, chasing all the light away. I was counting down the minutes with such dread, seeing the trees, knowing that it was just a matter of few minutes and we would be there yet no matter how I had told my
