LQ Married Bachelors 2 Attraction Is A Sadist

The rain slowly caressed the cold floor of the outside world, Sitting by the crooked window seat, I got my own type of first-row tickets to its beauty. The drops came sprinting down the window as the new ones joined in on the race.

Rain,

At this point, the single natural phenomenon was the only constant in my life. I realized very early in my life that it always rains after a tragedy.

Was it some sort of messed- up symbolism?

Hell if I know.

All I knew was that when my mother died, it rained.

When my sister suddenly ran away with some unknown homeless idiot, it rained once again.

Even when my father inevitably left, it had rained.

I guess that's what brings me here today.

Sarah's funeral.

I signed as I looked around the funeral reception. The thrilled guests filled the relatively adequate room. There was a rectangular wooden table filled with all kinds of little decorations of origami animals I created while eating the remains of the uneaten food that we called lunch. I was lucky to even get a scrap of paper but thankfully my saddened look and sob story had done the trick.

There was loud party song blasting through our ears as if we were in a club rather than a funeral. Me being practically a slave to the manor, i never had time to listen to any form if music but from the way this one was blasting through my eardrums, I was almost thankful.

The other maids were dancing around and laughing together as if they completely forgot they were here to mourn their daed friend.

I guess I couldn't blame them. If I were in their situation, I too would have used every ounce of the one night of freedom I was presented with.

When I found Sarah dead, it was nothing like I had expected it to be . I didn't make some ridiculous obscene gesture as I imagined I would have.