I'd take a deep breath once again before entering the front door.
No one at the kitchen nor the living area, 'where is everybody?' I asked myself.
The land line phone rang on the kitchen wall, I jog to it and pick it up to answer.
"Hello." I started.
"Louise.. son, I'm sorry to inform you late about this but where traveling at your brother's place right now, you okay that we left you alone?" Mom voice.
"Yeah mom, its fine." I replied.
"By the way I left you your dinner at the oven just heat that up." Mom voice is so much comforting.
"Okay mom, just say hi for me to him, and have fun." Then I hung up.
The whole house is kind of haunted, it's so quite and out of life.
I walked upstairs to my bedroom, change my cloth then walk back to the kitchen for my dinner.
As I finish my dinner, I lay down on the sofa, open the flat screen television and watch my brother's game again and keep myself focus on his moves and techniques.
I saw him, saw them, they are happy, cheering so loud and they are full of love.
Me on the other side, alone, broken and mad.
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Always Be Your Idol
Fanfiction"He is not a ball to play, he is a trophy to win." (Novella, Unedited, 20,000 words-estimated count, lgbtqia+story.) I do dedication, so hit me up on the comment and share this story to your friends.
