Caitlyn
WAS I WALKING towards something I should be running away from? — this question terrified me, because in my hand was a frame of a once happy Lucien. He wore the happiest grin with an arm around a girl, she was sunkissed and pretty with sapphire eyes along with blushing cheeks. I touched her side of the photo and looked at him, he was in love from the way he had his fingers intertwined with hers on her arm.
This photo felt like about one or two years, he hadn't changed much. The same features, but his face was brighter in there, now he was much duller. The squeak of door made me turn around to face him, but in a flash, he yanked the photo, glaring at me as if I crossed a red line.
"What the f**k are you doing in my room?" He exploded before he put the photo in the drawer, "out of
