Amelie
I didn’t have dinner that night and as far as I knew he wasn’t home either.
And I didn’t have dinner with him the next day, and nor the next day.
I barely saw him in the last three days. I had been holed up in my room, I didn’t even go to the gardens in the morning like I used to.
I sat in my room staring at a wall and for the second time I felt trapped. I wanted to run away from here, which was absurd considering that not a few days ago I had thought this place like it was home to me. I had even imagined myself living here. But now I know, the house or the beauty that surrounds it don't make the place liveable but it's the people who make the house a home.
There was a knock on the bedroom door, I looked at the clock and realized it was time for dinner. For the last three days
