I Remember

The memories.

The sky is dull, and the air is humid as I approached the drive way of the house. I remembered this house, the grey medieval like bricks that surrounded the immense mansion where I first met them, it looks the same as the day I left. The moss is slowly crawling it's way up the tall brick walls of the house. While remenecing these memories I recollect the servents, I could never forget the servants. The butler was mysterious but nice. The maid was the reason I knew the place, I used to help her do the laundry when I would have time.

I remember Alex. The way he would reject my help and presence. He wouldn't talk to me when I first met him, he would ignore me. And I slowly fell in love with him. But I don't know what happened but I somehow ended up with his brother Brian, not that I was complaining. Oh, he would surround me in love and warmth. His back hugs were everything.

As I ran up the steps leading to the door I remembered all of this. The memories were hitting me like strong winds of a hurricane. I looked to my left where a pot sat and dropped to my knees and dug through the spot of dirt. My hands grasped a silver key and I quickly dusted off the remaining dirt, I inserted the key into the small keyhole and barged into the house. The butler looked up with a surprised look from beside the door. I hadn't been in the house for years. I don't know why I left but I know that I had been there before. I remembered every step of this mansion, every room, every hall way I knew like the back of my hand. The steps and turns that it took to get to the basement. How Alex's room was on the third floor on the last room to the left end of the darkest hallway in the house. How he was always on his computer play games while eating junk food. How Alex wasn't a bad guy, he was just lonely and there was no one for him to talk to.

My heart raced as I zoomed through the hallways, I ran up the polished steps to Brian's room on the second floor in the middle of the hallway. I barged into his room. He was standing in the middle of the room and I lept into his arms, my arms were tight against his torso. His warm embrace was like a drug to me, I could never get enough of it . He seemed surprised for a second but then quickly wrapped his arms around me and sunk his head into my neck, nuzzling his face against my hair. Then he whispered a few words into my nape.

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"Welcome home"