Lolita's P.O.V.
I just watch the guy inside this room that will be mine after he finishes removing those unnecessary and ugly things inside this room.
“Whose room is this anyway?” I decided to ask just to disturb him and to remove the boredom I’m feeling.
“Just someone I know,” He said, looking at me for a second before continuing to do what he’s doing, what I have told him to do.
“I asked who it was, not someone” I heard him sigh before putting the object he was holding, which is a vase.
“This room was my sister’s room but she’s already dead, so this is here's” I went silent as his voice sounded so sad, well I also felt like that.
“Why did she die? What’s the reason?” I asked as I walked towards him, I don’t know why I did it but I still did it.
“She died, she died because she was
