Chapter 51- The desolate villa and bound hearts
I stop the car when I reach the end of the road and see an old dark grey villa. The place is so contrasting to it's surrounding that it looks like a black and white film noir in the middle of colour splashed 3D. The villa is made up of old grey stones. But the first thing you notice about the place is nobody lives here anymore. There are cobwebs on the black tinted windows. A black old metal swing on the left side of the main entrance. Dried amethyst flowers flowing in the air. The kind of place you visit in a horror movie.
My heart is in constant disarray, it's threatning me out, sending barbs of signal to every tingy tiny part of my body.
The voice from the other side is pleased. "Good. I will be welcoming you inside with full enthusiasm. Now don't make me wait. We are friends, come along."
Friends. The word, it rolls around my heart and deigns me.