Florence.
I pressed my eyes as tightly as I could, willing the noise to go away. It actually didn't though and the noise had been filtering through the cardboard like boxes I had as walls. The noise started in the early hours of the morning and the moment it started, I couldn't help but feel like I'd heard them before, or more importantly, I felt like I'd lived this particular memory sometime in the past.
I raised my eyes to the wall clock high up the wall and the hands of the clock read it as some minutes to seven am. I'd basically been up all night. Why? Because I couldn't sleep? Why couldn't I sleep? Because the moans from one particular room in the mansion were too loud to ignore.
Dominique.
It was no doubt anyone else but him and I had no idea exactly how to feel about t
