Sometimes he would come home super angry, sometimes super tired, muscled tensed and swimming was like a way to calm himself. "Well, some nights are tougher than the others. "Yes, you do know he's in the mafia right?" She asked cautiously. "Yeah, he usually uses it as a pain reliever." She replied making me furrow my eyebrows. "Does he even use this pool?" I inquired curiously. My eyes roamed around and this place looked untouched. Thalia chuckled, "I told ya it looks pretty at night." The pool lights up at night and there were lights on the trees. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image. Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. We both walked to the big glass door and she slide it open, I never came to this part of the house. It looks so pretty at night." She smiled. "Hey, I didn't show you the pool did I?" Thalia suddenly asked, looking at me. I try not to think about this but a part of me was feeling guilty that he wasn't coming home because of me. All my painting stuff was in my new room but I couldn't go there as there was still some dust in the room and Thalia didn't want me to get sick, so tomorrow I'll shift there. The silence of a wounded soul roars louder than any tempest.Īfter dinner, I helped Thalia to clean up as I had nothing else to do.
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