carnor_jax
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Peter stood on the balcony of his estate, the air was cool and just a bit damp this October evening. He watched as the sun dipped down and just brushed the tops of the trees, it would be dark soon. He enjoyed the last few moments of sunlight taking a slow drink from his cup before setting it down on the table and heading in side.
He knew dinner would be served soon, it was one of the worst times of the day for him. He hated being alone, it was not something that he had gotten used to. The memory of his parents loss still all to fresh for him. He knew in time that the hurt would fade, but it held a harsh sting for him.
He made his way to his room and put on his dinner jacket, mum had never allowed him not to dress up for dinner. He could smell the scents wafting though the house, it smelled wonderful.
He headed down to the table, to eat by himself.
He knew dinner would be served soon, it was one of the worst times of the day for him. He hated being alone, it was not something that he had gotten used to. The memory of his parents loss still all to fresh for him. He knew in time that the hurt would fade, but it held a harsh sting for him.
He made his way to his room and put on his dinner jacket, mum had never allowed him not to dress up for dinner. He could smell the scents wafting though the house, it smelled wonderful.
He headed down to the table, to eat by himself.
