Luna

Chapter 30- Nobody

Waking up at a strange bed, Luna felt on edge.  Trying to locate herself, she looked around. Her eyesight still foggy and her body still aching.

God, she hated crying.

"Shit." Was all she could mutter as the sunlight aggressively attacked her eyes.

Getting up she noticed, it was yesterday's clothes.

"Very classy." Was all she could say to herself before swallowing hard as she understood her surroundings.

The mahogany floors, the gold details, the mirrors.

"I was going to wake you up. Breakfast is served." The man said opening the door in a flash.

Looking at the man, sporting comfortable clothes. The girl lifted a brow. He went to work like that. And dared to blame her he wasn't the most favoured associate.

"What time is it?" She wondered.

"It's 10 am. As usual very punctual." The man joked, his voice very similar to her own father's.

"I slept too much." She said, tying her hair up and out of her face.

"Missed your old room? Well, you barely slept in that bed anyway so I guess you could barely call this a room. Your old desk is still in the office. I didn't move it. Not that I could, it's your house anyways."

"But you have been living in it." She said lifting a brow.

"Me?" He laughed. " I have lived in a house by the beach even before you got hold of this. I just kept paying for it to be kept clean and tidy."

"Oh, thank you." She said, before going down the stairs. Truly she knew her way around the mansion as she did her own house. Perhaps even better if you were to compare.

The old Frey mansion. Contrary to the Gills', it was dark all around. The garden held tall trees, the flowers all in the same red pallet and the  lights all dim. Before, the windows and the glass around the house would all be dark, making even the brightest days appear rainy.

"You changed it."

  Looking around as the house was now bright, giving life to the dark furniture.

"I know the old man liked everything dark so he could sleep anywhere. But I hated how morbid it all seemed. It drained my energy. I hope you don't mind."

"I like it." She said looking outside the window to the garden that now only held a couple red roses. "But no matter how long of a time passes it always looks the same."

"That is because we always pay to keep it the same."

Looking around Luna stopped in front of a painting. She had done it once and gifted to her grandfather when she was fourteen years old. She had always presented songs, but that year she decided to paint. The moment it was presented to him, he said. 'This is the ugliest painting I have ever seen.'. Well at the time Luna was not so emotional as she was today. She brushed it off. Decided to leave behind that field and never to enter it. Never would she have imagined to see it, on the wall.

"It is really ugly." She said laughing. It was the painting of a red rose. One of the many that bloomed  on the gardens. It wasn't very defined however the lighting was done to a T. Very textbook of how it should be done yet evident that the painter had no real talent.

"It reminds me of you." The man said going down stairs.

"Excuse me?" Luna said horrified.

"It is a very well done picture. However it lacks soul. You can tell that the painter had dedicated its time to make it perfect. However, it has no emotion. Nothing. Blank. Very much like the painter."