Lucas stood on a building, which makes the hearts of Cleo pounding with hell. Silent, and his body was shaking.
"H-how could—" the Girl looked towards Lucas with distrust.
The home page is so wide, stood a house so large, whitewashed, with strong now stand in that page.
He still remember the night where the rain came down, she had to knock down the house after killing them that lives in the house was because it had killed his family.
The house, now standing again, in front of him. The terrace, the floor is second to none, hometown, even the parks there all the same.
When Cleo went inside, she saw the whole room which is no different from when she lived.
"The house is never in bombs, and destroyed. I raise it up again, because this is my parents ' house," said Lucas smiled at Cleo.
"We will stay here for a while. No one knows about this house," said Lucas while to the kitchen.
