Lance's POV
I spent my time in my room, mostly in my library after I got punished by my father.
I spent time drawing pictures of Maisie, I couldn't stop thinking about her, she lived in my mind and thoughts.
I drew a picture of my mom, I terribly missed her, she was my confidant, though I couldn't tell her about how my father punished me, I knew she wouldn't stand for it.
While he was an extremely strict father, my mom was the ever-loving one.
I called her mom, not mother, mother seemed far away, and mom made me closer to her.
She took care of me relentlessly, always making sure I was happy, she was the only one who knew my true hobby, how much I loved drawing, if father knew would call me weak, he called me weak unknowingly before.
-Lance's Past-
"Mom, I made ano
