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My life had only just begun. —The End

What the hell just happened? I walk swiftly, and my mind and heart are all over the place. I should have been mad. I should have been really angry. But all I feel is... confused. I feel like I'm stuck in a hurricane that I can't get out of. I need to breathe. I need to take a breath. When I get to the back door, the chilly night air greets me like an old friend. I go outside, and the darkness wraps about me in solitude. The mansion feels like a jail since the huge gates keep me in a world where I don't belong. As I stroll down the garden path, my breath fogs up in the cold air and my boots crunch on the gravel.

I touched all of the surfaces as I looked at all of the ornaments and photos through the halls that I used to try and make this house a home but it never really felt like my home. I was fitting myself into his life, trying to fit into his home, attempting to make his home my own but I never could. I came to the realisation that sometimes a home isn't a place, sometimes your home is a person and that person was never Chase Bishop.

"We're not about to support you and your kid." My brother was nodding like one of those bobblehead dolls. "Mom's right. Plus, just because my girlfriend owns this place doesn't mean you get a free meal ticket. You're picking up the tab today." I nodded along. "Anything else?" They mistook my reaction for weakness, just like old times. Mom went on, laying it on thick. "You've got to get serious about buying a house. Suzy's family might be loaded, but we can't look like chumps. We need to keep up appearances and get that house!"

"You make it sound almost noble." "I didn’t mean it like that," he said quickly, shaking his head. "I just… I get it. You’ve been thrown into something bigger than yourself. That changes a person." His words settled uncomfortably in my chest. After a long pause, I whispered, "I’ve never really felt like I had a home. Growing up, it was just… torment. Abuse. Always feeling like I didn’t belong anywhere." My throat tightened, but I forced the words out. "When that becomes normal, you stop expecting anything better."

"How many times I have to tell you that home is not a place but it's a person where you feel home is where you need to be. " "Sometimes you can experience that feeling and not know that you are at home with that person and when you figure out that that person was in actual fact home sometimes too late. " " Why do I feel that you've got a lot that you haven't told me that you haven't opened up to me about I'm not the enemy here I'm actually your friend and friend so each other what's going on."

"It's not the air, it's the feeling. Nothing about your house feels like a home. I hate the floors and the monochromatic colors, and the rooms filled with furniture but no personal effects. There's just so much wasted space." "Are you serious?" My head bobbed in a nod, but I wasn't sure he understood what I meant. "Don't get me wrong, I love the pool, but the rest doesn't do a lot for me. I love my house, West. I know it's not fifteen thousand square feet, and I don't have the oasis out back that you do, but it feels lived in. I never want to leave. With all the shit I've been through, my home has been just that...home."

The thought shocked me, and I forced myself not to break down again. ‘You okay?’ Wren’s question surprised me. ‘Yeah. I am.’ ‘You feel…conflicted.’ ‘Maybe, but not because of this. It makes me question what I thought was my home this whole time. This feels like…it’s a feeling I hadn’t felt since before Mother and Father died.’ He hummed. ‘A home can be a fickle feeling. Though, from what you said, this place is much more impressive than your parents’ old house.’

I ask before I can stop myself. "Dunno bro. Where's home? Home is nowhere but here " Stan says and beats his chest. "Trace and the unborn child, that's home. " I nod in agreement. I believe Stan. Home is not a house with an address. It is the people we love and care about. Stan has his home with Trace and the baby. The silence in the room is deafening. I wonder if I would ever boast of having a home in the future. For now, I know I do not have one.

he said more in his deep tone. "What you want me to tell? Why didn't you call me before?" "You are with your parents. You might spend some time with them why me in Between disturbing?" He said so unwillingly. "Will you shut your jackass mouth? Honestly I don't feel good. My home doesn't feel like my home anymore. Nothing is same here Aadhvik! Literally nothing. It is....It is too suffocating to even stay here after a point. My home was never like this. It's feels the opposite now. " I weeped.