Chapter 38 Contacts For Help

• I stepped out of the huge, 3-meter front door, feeling the sense of the bond between me and the house dissipate. I don't know when I'll be able to come back here, but I'd take the chance if I'll somehow be able to. I turned around feeling the stares of the maids as they begrudgingly bowed down at me with spite in their eyes. 
• Syndee nor the other friends weren't here to see me out, but that one guy is. He's looking at me with a lawful gaze as if enjoying what I'm experiencing right now. He knows, as much as I do, how the slim chance of me coming back here is. And maybe, he's also telling me with those jet black eyes that I'll have to enjoy the sight of it while I can.
• I glared at him and turned back on the path I'll take without the people I've been cooped up in the past three months. I clenched my backpack tighter and memorized the maze garden, the Victorian-era like fountain with the Goddess Aphrodite on top; and the sight of the gazebo I would usually sit on whenever I contemplated another step to take to know and dig deeper from Mason's information.