***LUCAS POV***
I enter my house, slamming the heavy wooden door behind me. The sound reverberates through the whole house matching the rage I am feeling.
I haven’t been back to the mansion in a week and even though it still looked the same, large, luxurious and majestic it now feels like a cold, lifeless cage and nothing about it feels like home anymore.
I fling my car keys carelessly and they clatter on the glass table, my fingers in anger and exhaustion. The keys slide across the polished surface, their metallic jingle echoing and I grain in frustration.
Nothing prepared me for the level of pain that's been gnawing at my chest for weeks. The pain is my constant companion now and everyday the pang reminds me of her absence.
I came to accept the fact that she actually vanished
