I just came back from the vintage shop and saw Mother staring at me from the window. It reminded me of her, the staring figure. What is she up to? Mother came up to the front door and opened it for me.
'You go out a lot these days.' she says, welcoming me home.
'Who are you?' I ask.
I was finally able to ask my mind out, but what is this feeling? Why do I feel this downfall? Was three words enough to destroy the world? My world?
'You started rebelling earlier than expected.' she answered. 'Soon...soon...you will get your answers...This is going to be one entertaining ending...'
'Ending?' I stand still, 'rebelling?' I stay silent. I look around. A glance is enough for me to memorize this house. It's the first time I've seen it clearly. It will be the last.