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After sometimes he was in front of a huge mansion. The mansion was big enough, but it seemed like the mansion had been abandoned, disowned for consecutive 9 or 10 years.
He opened the main entrance gate of that mansion, which was covered with a thick layer of dust and slight rust, like no one had even touched that gate for years...
That blonde was staring at the Mansion very deeply, affectionately, thinking about some memories? Well who knows...
Soon he walked on that thin stony path, with dry leaves scattered here and there and entered the Mansion.
The old guard standing at the gate of Mansion didn't said anything to him. He just passed a confronting smile and let that boy enter the Mansion.
Maybe he was well aware of that young blonde.
Then that blonde dropped his side bag on the sofa of the main hall, covered with all white plain sheets.
And he silently started wandering in the mansion with his slow steps.
No sign of anticipation or despair or anything, seemed to be appeared on his face.
He just unmodulated stared at the room, walls, pictures, some paintings hanging there and on everything.
The mansion was in Deep Silence, so deep that even if someone drops a coin there, then its noise would be enough to make one's ear numb.
The only sound that was roaming in the mansion was that blonde's footsteps and the rustling sounds of air passing through the old, thick curtains of the Mansion, covered with thin layer of dusts.
The sound of his slow footsteps stopped when he reached a particular room that was all dusty. Everything was covered with white sheets.
He extended his hands and started removing the white sheets from those things.
Instantaneously, his eyes diverted to the old drawer near the bed. There was an old photo frame kept upon it.
The pic was covered with dust yet it seemed like that, just a mere glance of it, rushed the trail of memories in the blonde's mind.
He extended his hands to take the frame, and he started caressing that pic with his thumb.
He maybe or maybe not tried to hide his emotions with that blank expression of his face. But-
Alas! He was unable to stop that tear that sneakily rolled down on his cheeks. His deep expressionless, blank eyes were wet for some unknown reason.
For some moments he closed his eyes and let those tears slowly flow down on his cheeks.
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Alfi...💜
who are they? parents
2025-02-10
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#BTSARMYOT7
His parents? maybe..
2025-01-26
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