Is that..xvalebat?
Noah cried a good while, going through all of the five stages. At first, he wished he had never come at all, he wished he was as far away from this place as possible. He should have just pretended it didn’t exist anymore. Then anger struck him, causing him to ball up his fists. If Victor hadn’t known his father, this would have never happened. That son of a bitch..His fists uncurled, why couldn’t it have been him instead? He was a problem child, and only ever fought with his dad over nothing…Why didn’t he just try and work things out with him instead? Why didn’t he try reaching out for his dad instead of arguing with him..
His tears stopped, his mind finally clear of all the intense emotions. How long had he sat there? Exhausted from crying, his eyes slowly drifted to the little girl holding onto him. He embraced her, rubbing her back a bit before letting go. “I’m okay now..Thank you.” He said with a weak smile. He rose to his feet, before stumbling in the dark dusty abyss. He went straight to the curtains, opening every one in the house. His footprints were left in the heavy dust, much like they are left in snow.
"Well, here it is..It isn’t much, but it has a lot more to it than you’d think.."
When he had stopped crying, Amariel smiled. She was glad that the sadness left him and that he could at least attempt to be happy. As he stood up straight her hand immediately wrapped around his so that she didn't get lost in the house. After all it was completely new to her.
"It's nice." She observed, though it wasn't very true. The building was old and dusty and needed a lot of TLC. Perhaps that was due to being vacant for so many years. Amariel was sure that if someone lived her then it's condition would be better.
"A lot more?"
