Poppy's Point of View
"Are you sure that you can't remember this? The interior design? What it looks like outside? It doesn't ring a bell? You couldn't remember that this is our dream house?" He asked me with a use of his broken-hearted voice. I remained silent and took my time to once again look around the kitchen and then my jaw slowly drops to the floor.
Is this the reason why this house looks so familiar to me as if I have seen it before? Because this was the house that the two of us design ourselves? And now that I got this information. What do I do with it now?
"God, Kahlo! Why are you doing this to me?" I thought to myself. I could barely move my feet for it feels like one wrong move then all the memories that the two of us had that I needed to burry in order for me to move o
