"Someday anywhere, in any place you will unfailingly find yourself, and that, only that can be the happiest or the most bitter of your hours"
Pablo Neruda
Every step I took down the stairs was a martyrdom, going down to the living room and knowing that the scene was repeating itself in my mind over and over again without being able to avoid it.
I don't know how I could live in this house if every time I turned around I could see memories of my mother or my father, every shelf, every damn piece of furniture reminded me of them, I hated that, I didn't want to but I couldn't change the feeling of abandonment that was rooted in My inside.
When I realized I had already reached the bottom of the stairs, Lisa was by my side encouraging me, I heard Daniel's voice come from the room along with another that I could recognize as Alexander, they seemed to be arguing.