"What is a home when the soul of the house has moved out? what is a house with nobody to call it a home?"

Those were the very words spoken to me by my mother the day I had told her I would not be living with the family anymore.I can still see the look of devastation, and yet pleasure, in my sisters eyes when I grabbed my carrion and closed the door. That very look I was given was the same I have given Madeleine- and I have ,and forever will, dread the fact that I looked at her with a small bit of pleasure, but why did I look at her that way? I could never tell anyone, not even myself, for I have not even made out a reasonable answer... Could it have been that I was happy that she was leaving? Or just the thought it might be better for the both of us that we would be split apart? Maybe my question, and perhaps more, would be answered soon, all I need to do is find someone or something that could tell me.

So, my thoughts of starting my journey has forced me to the point of now: The point where I will start a search. A search for what? Hopefully, Happiness, closure, and Madeline, of course. The sky outside is still dark, and my eyes are forcing themselves to open, but I still force myself out of bed and into my car with nothing but keys ,a phone and a wallet. Im just praying it will take me far...

"Dear God, please, take me on a road to the land of flowers and butterflies that was once filled with life but now currently destroyed. Please God, Restore what was to what could be. Please... Amen"

I drive down the main road, leading towards the highway, when I see the town lights behind me, and the city's bright shine in front of me. The sky suddenly turns a bright pink with the sun stretching its bright orange glow across the purple sky.

"This is it' I whisper to myself

"Im going to find you, darling"

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