She sat on my brown sofa, covering herself up with a grey blanket. Staring into nothingness, she kept on rocking herself on the sofa. Sadness had engulfed her every self as she heard of the demise of her only sister.
"We have to hide all the knifes in this manor," Zara suggested, resting a fore arm on the white kitchen slab.
"Why?" I asked as I stirred the tea with a tea spoon.
"She may kill herself."
"Now's not the time for jokes."
"I'm sorry, I forgot I was just a servant." She backed me and looked at the slab.
Not this.
Sighing, I dropped the mug and closed in our distance. I crossed an arm behind her back and massaged her shoulder. She fixed her gaze on the slab, trying to ignore my touch.
"Hey, I know what I did hurt you." I pursed my lips. "I didn't mean to call you a servant
