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Gael disappeared for long hours.

He was amazing at leaving, leaving no footprints or traces, in that huge house while he was walking, the only thing that reached my ears were my own footsteps echoing.

I went down to the kitchen.

I turned on the stove frying some eggs, heated the coffee in the pot and some toast would be the little that would carry my stomach for the rest of the day.

I didn't have a person in charge of the pantry.

In that huge house there were only luxuries, and food, frustrated at the misfortunes that were beginning to surround me. I ended up carrying the food to the dining room.

"The gravy" I mumbled, jumping up from my chair.

However, as I jumped out of my seat I ended up hitting the wood causing the impact to roll the vase of the vase that was almost in the center and it fell to the floor shattering completely.

When I took a step I slipped.

"Fuck" I cried out gasping.

A glass had stuck the sole of my foot.

Clumsily I had fallen forward cushioning the blow against