"There's no one." He tossed the photo album aside, wrapped his arms around Annie, and stroked her long hair over and over, then felt his own agitated mood finally begin to calm down slightly.
It's okay, he thought, it's just the first day.
Perhaps it was because he had just returned and was not accustomed to it yet, which is why thoughts of that person kept recurring; after all, she had lived here for fifteen years, and her traces wouldn't vanish overnight.
And he didn't like her.
He had never dated her, it was just her unrequited crush. There is no rule in this world that dictates if you like someone, they must like you back.
Fifteen years, and finally, she had disappeared. The person he most wanted out of the Johnson family was finally gone.
In his heart, Samuel Johnson thought faintly, from now on, when he was at home, no one would control him, and he would no longer need to see the person he had disliked for fifteen years. It really was...
...wonderful.
