" is this your hometown..?" she asked looking around.. The hills behind the mansion and huge trees... this place is far different from obelia..
"yeah.. This is where I was born..." he mumbled.. He hold her hand and they teleported to one of a rooms in a big silent mansion..
" why is this place so quiet..?" she whispered
"they would have abandoned it ... This was where I lived .. And this was my room.." he said opening a door..
The creaking sound of the door echoed in the silent corridors of that dark mansion..
He walked to a cupboard and opened the drawer and took out a small toy car and a worn down teddy bear..
" they are still here.. "he mumbled smiling..
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" are these your toys..? "
I asked crouching down beside him..I can feel the mixed emotions in his eyes and that sad smile makes my heart heavy..
Is this how he grew up.. In this dark mansion..? Even though it's big , there is not a single soul and it been so many years and they just abandoned it like this..?!! How cruel of them.. They didn't even kept it clean in memory of him..
My hands patted his head itself and he turned and smiled at me.."I told you I am OK.. Now enough with this sad puppy face" he said poking my nose..he placed the toys back and walked out..
I stood there staring at them...imagining little lucas playing with these toys alone in this huge mansion... He had a small smile.. Since it's the only things which stayed with him and gave him company.. This teddy bear is so worn out ..
I carefully put them on my portal bag.. Portal bag is an unlimited space we can create using magic.. It can be opened and closed anywhere.. It looked so awesome as lucas always uses it. So I asked him to taught me how to make one for myself and it comes in handy at times like this . I will Keep them safe in his stead..
"sia..?"
he called and I walked out.. As he was staring at the huge wall size window.. The moonlight falling over him through the glass made him look So handsome..he looks sad still handsome
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Iterum (lucathy Fanfiction)
FanfictionSecond chances.. Always comes to people who needs them... But.. What's important is... How one uses it.. Her love.. Her trust .. Her affection.. Was broken to pieces .. His trust.. His support.. His friendship Was returned with betrayal.. ...