Nowadays, I dream a lot about the past, about how it was and how it could have been.

Most of the time in these dreams of mine. There is a happy family. A woman is singing, camera's flashing, shelves filled with awards and people smiling. She looked so happy in my dream that looking at her made me feel happy but then,

Things changed.

She is sitting in a room filled with broken glasses, trophy's thrown around the room and she looks so broken, and she is crying, she screams and screams till she can't. So, she keeps on crying.

Things change again with seasons, she's cooking this time, her hopes for the future visible in her eyes, her voice as sweet as it was before. She turns to look at me, her light brown hair flying behind her lightly and she smiles, smiles at me and my heart feels so happy.

But just like seasons, winter eventually arrived. She's no longer what she was. She looks broken and dead. She looks at me like I'm nothing but another piece of furniture in this big house.

In this huge house, two people live but their presence is no more than that of ghosts. They wander in the house at times but no sound is created, no words are spoken but they are there. One a shadow of her past and the other lost in dreams of her death.

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I have lots of money or more like my mom has lots of money. She was a famous singer once, had thousands of fans and signed many deals but it seemed that nothing could have stopped her from doing what she did.

Perhaps she made that mistake because she was young or because she was completely foolish but it won't change anything now.

She fell for a boy, who promised her far more lesser than she owned. Maybe, it was the stories she read that failed to warn her about the ways of the world or maybe it was because she grew up without love that she became desperate for it.

Lies often about love are sold, like breathing in air. Poor girl, poor mom, she fell headfirst for the wrong person. She was with him for one year and he managed to ruin her everything.

He blew up mom's money, did terrible things to her and abused her but for some reason, she did nothing. She took the blows, she took everything he gave her, thinking it was love which it exactly wasn't.

After five months of this my mom was pregnant with me. When my mother's close friend got to know about everything, they forced my mom to leave my father and to forget him.

Mom didn't do it at first but slowly she did but perhaps it might have been our bad luck that, that guy decided to ruin whatever little she had left too. After this what happened is something I don't remember. Actually, I don't remember this either, this is what I have been told.

From where my memory actually begins, My mom still loved me. Even though, she was no longer a famous singer, she still loved me and didn't hate me.

She raised me with the money she made and took care of me but she never went out of the house. I used to think it was because she was scared someone will recognise her but I guess it was the same fear that made her like this.

What used to be sunshine became rain, a neverending rain. She broke, I guess because of her own thoughts. I used to hope when I younger that I could see her smile like she used to in old photos, like she used to when I younger.

Before, in the past when she still loved me, cared for me,talked to me and hugged me, when she said she loved me not like now when she doesn't care for me, doesn't talk to me and doesn't love me.

The only thing I ask her is for her to love me only, to be reminded by the same truth every time that she no longer loves me. Sometimes I think it would have been better if I hadn't been born.

Maybe, then she wouldn't be like this, maybe, she would still be cheerful and loving like she was before. I look outside the window, putting down my cup of tea, I watch the children playing across the street.

They look so happy and oblivious to everything around them, enjoying their days, playing around, loving what life offered them.

They have good families.

A random thought occured in my head but it didnt make me sad or jealous like it used to. With time I understood that not everyone was like me and it made me happy.

No one should be like me. Someone who shouldn't have been born.

"Esme ?" A voice asks. I turn my head to look at the girl sitting in front of me.

She had long, curly, red hairs which were parted in half, one section lay over her chest meanwhile the other was tucked behind her ear. She wore a light green dress which highlighted her white skin and made her glow.

"Esme??" She says again, this time waving her hand in front of me to get my attention.

"Sorry, I got lost there. What were you saying?" I ask, embarassed.

Sighing deeply, she replies, "I was asking, if you will come to school next week??"

"Ya.... It's not like I have a choice either. My attendance is lacking and if I want to graduate, I need to get it on the right track while I can." I say, looking down at the swirling tea in my cup.

"To be honest, I gotta say, your laziness is getting out of hand-" putting her palm on her face, she continues "-meanwhile, you were busy traveling city to city, Nia kept bombing my phone with calls and messages, asking for your location and threatening me to give you back to her as if I kidnapped you instead of you acting too lazy to go to school."

"Ahh, sorry for that.... I didn't expect her to become that wild..." I reply, nervously. I really didn't expect her to go in full panic mode when I have been missing for only one week.

"Ya ya, At this point, you should call her momma bear because she sure behaves like one." She says, rolling her eyes.

"I would but then Felix would say, I should call him dadda bear" I reply, mentally rolling my eyes at the duo.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot about him but anyways, you better call her and tell her where you have been and you better not tell her that it was my basement because I would be the one buried there otherwise."

"I won't and you are still obsessed with murder mysteries as ever huh?" I ask, raising my eyebrow at her.

"I was, I am and I will always be! Nothing beats a good mystery, I tell you. It's better than those idiotic romance novels with a dumb female lead who goes where, people specifically tell her not to and then fall for a suspicious guy and then blame a innocent guy for being the cause of everything tragic in her life." She says, speaking so fast that I barely understood anything.

"Woah, woah, hold up there buddy, I think I got it!" I lie because to be honest, I don't have enough mental power or the time to listen to her rant which can go a whole day.

"Oh! Look at the time, it's already time for my shift." She says, the smile on her facing turning upside down.

"It's alright, we can meet up soon again!" I say, comforting her. She gives me a small nod before hugging me and wishing me byebye.

I watch her as she walked towards the door and then outside the shop to her partime job. I kept staring at the direction she went, even though, she was no longer there while sipping my tea. I sat there for a while before standing up and making my own way out of the store.

I hate going home. For me it means getting reminded again of the fact that

I'm not wanted. That I was never wa-

I fall on the ground with a loud sound after colliding with a wall.

I know I'm clumsy but to collude with a wall? In broad daylight on a public street? Seems like I finally unlocked the extra blind version of myself.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where u was going and accidentally, walked into you" A beautiful voice says, so it wasn't a wall but a person.

I look up to apologize only to end up staring at the most beautiful person I had ever seen. He had midnight black hair which were styled in a messy way and his eyes were cyan in colour. They reminded me of the peaceful skies and the light breeze which blows leaves with it.

"It's my fault as well, I wasn't watching where I was going either!" I replied hurriedly, realising I hadn't answered him.

"Well, I guess we both are at fault here but I think you should get up from the ground no?" He asks, offering me his hand while smiling. I took his hand gladly and got up. Blushing because of embarassment.

"Well if you don't mind me asking, what is your name?" He asks, shyly.

"I'm Esme!" I reply, rubbing my fingers behind my back because of nerves. "How about you?" I asked.

Strangely, he had this kind of safe and comfortable aura. It was like no matter what happens, he would never let anything harm me.

"It's nice to meet you, Esme. My name is Lilian." he replied, with a strange twinkle in his eyes.

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1659 words....

Dem.... This chapter is even longer than the original one... But anyways here's a new update!! I'm gonna try and finish the whole editing this week since school starts from next week and then exams do.

Anyways!
Two new characters are finally here!!
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Is it going okay?? Or a bit too slow??

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