CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Colin, it's beautiful!" I exclaimed, running around the small house we'd plan on living in after we marry. "It's not much..." Said Colin, but I cut him off by saying. "It's perfect. I love it." She hugged me tightly, leaning her head over my chest. "Thank you." Annabel could still remember the day they'd came to this house, it was supposed to be Colin and her's. The house itself was a bit far from London, it was small with two bedrooms, a kitchen and a bathroom, but she thought it perfect so long as Colin's beside her. No one bought the house from the owners who moved to eastern Europe with their family, it used to be beautiful seven years ago, but a lot changed since then. They all changed. Now, the house looked as if a hurricane passed by it. The roof had holes as well as the floor,
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