• • • • Dickinson’s POV • • • • 

The big gate opens and Jim parks the big black car in the mighty mansion, this familiar cold aura hits me changing my mood into a more sad one.

It's been weeks now since I stepped my feets into this very luxurious house crammed with every material thing one can ever yearn for; cars, shoes, food in abundance, several maids always ready to serve, etc... Yet, this remains a mere house and not a home I ever dreamt of. Despite all these expensive paraphernalia filled in, this house remains so empty to me. As if it wasn't enough, with a...