I walked through the cobwebbed street staring at the old, flimsy houses lining it. The houses were scattered everywhere, windows were hanging from the frames. The place looked ruined and there was no hope of finding a dweller.
The street lights were cracked on the surface and it seemed to have been ripped off from its daily work. Every now and then, lights flickered across the street and my sunken face turned towards the 2 rows of houses lining the street. My right hand was outstretched and I held a torn, old piece of parchment. With every flick of the lights, I gave a reckoning look at the 2 lines of green, bold letters written on it:
4220 E Almeria Dr
Phoenix, AZ 85008
I wore a thin, fur traveling cloak. My dull face expressed the wearing journey I’ve made. My body trembled as it tried to resist the cold air lingering around me. As I walked through the street it became narrower, the cold became stronger, yet I kept my feet steady. At last, I saw the reflection of a wooden house, with the same address engraved on the address plate, resting at the end of the narrow street!
The house was huge and it looked well maintained. Lights illuminated from every direction and the grass occupying the lane was nicely trimmed. A beautiful garden occupied the left and pleasant scents of the flowers filled the atmosphere. The sound of violin coming from the house echoed in my ears, as I walked closer to the oak front door.
I opened the door and the snappy noise it made stopped the soft, rhythmic sound of violin. “Hello?” I spoke with trouble. My voice was shaky and irritable as if I haven’t used it for months. I walked in and a large, empty hall spread before my eyes. There was no chair; no table, but a pile of broken musical instruments stood in the middle of the hall. The hall looked as if it was used for an orchestra.
I searched everywhere, even for a single clue. Suddenly, my gaze caught a small, chequered door at the end of the hall. I walked closer to the door. My footsteps were hurried and it lacked the tedious expression I wore a while ago. I turned the lock and the door swung open, revealing the familiar, beautiful face I’ve been daring to see. “So you’ve come back, my prince?” asked the girl, as if she was expecting me to come. Her tone expressed the hope she had in me. She smiled at me as she spoke, revealing the beautiful smile I’ve been so eager to see in the last 2 years! …
“Yes darling! I’ve finally come back and I’m not leaving you, I promise!” I pleaded. My voice clearly showed the guilt I felt. I stretched my hand, offering her my eternal presence. She hurriedly took my hand and her soft skin touched mine, as if she’s has been dying to hold it for years!
