Home... it was a funny word. My house wasn't a home. It was just a building with four walls, from which I took shelter. It wasn't a large apartment. We weren't rich, but mum basically worked her butt off, and being an only child meant I could basically have whatever I wanted. Laying on my bed, I felt like a piece of decoration in my own house. Esme called later that evening to tell me she had my clothes from last night and she'd cleaned them up for me."Oh, thank you, I'll come get them myself tomorrow,""I don't think you need to stress yourself, I'll just bring them with me on monday,""Oh no, it's fine, I'll actually be passing through there tomorrow. I... have a date.""How am I just hearing about this? Who's the guy?" Esme bubbled over the phone"Yeah, this is why I didn't tell you. It's not a big deal. He just had an extra ticket and happened to bump into me in town." "Who is it?""James""Ooh, he's not too bad on the eyes,""Oh my God, goodbye, Esme." I heard her giggle as I h
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