241am. The princess woke up after an emotional migraine.
It was as if 90% of her energy was drained out.
She's moving out.
Reading through all the letters that were sent to that house.
None was real, none of them came true.
She let out a smile from the sourish heart.
Walking around the house,
the guitar was spotted lying lifelessly.
Songs began to play in her head.
Singing along, she knew she'd never hear them again.
All the TV shows will never to be fun to watch for a second time.
All the games will not be exciting to be played alone.
The rides in the car lost it's chatters and laughter.
The plants were dying without somebody to water and nurture them.
She kept on walking.
Looking at every single corner the memories laid.
Knowing that it's not coming back again, she let out a tear.
Locking the door, leaving the key behind.
"Perhaps the house was meant for someone else."
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