Walking into his quiet, haunted-looking home, Rock couldn't help shrieking at the silence of the house. The loneliness was killing him, but what could he do?
He sighed as he made his way towards the stairs.
It's almost four months already, but the whole place still brought him sadness. The memories were still there. That's why he doesn't like coming home and prefers staying in the hotel. It was his, so he could stay there for as long as he wanted. But once in a while, he will come home.
Even though coming here brought him sad memories, he vowed never to leave the house.
Sighing deeply, he headed for the bathroom.
He quickly took a cold shower, and by the time he was done his phone had already rang several times.
He picked up the phone, plunging on the couch in his room before dialing
