~•Amara•~
*FLASHBACK*
"Why do you keep those scary statues on your desk, Popsy?" I was annoyed beyond belief about their existence in a place which I used to adore.
"What scary statues?" He looked up at me and passed me a quizzical look. Though he was trying to pretend clueless about it all, I knew that he was only pretending. He knew it all. He knew what scary statues I was talking about.
"Don't you try and play dumb with me, Popsy!" I warned him, giving him a scornful look. I loved him more than anything in the world, but I hated it when he played like this with me. He might be the only one enjoying his little games as I never did.
"I am not playing dumb or anything. I really have no clue what you are talking about?" He put down his morning newspaper as I prepared myself to confront him for good this time.
