Taking my bicycle with me and walking past through people, hearing their voice and chaos around the small shop selling chocolate pie. A small boy crying and asking her mom to buy one for him where her mom tells him about how chocolate can harm your teeth. I could see everything but I was numb and the bad part about being numb is when you try to feel happy while watching a small baby gurgling and smiling in her mom's arm but you don't know how to. I felt alone and disappointed. I may forget to go shopping but I won't forget that house where I felt some relief in my grief. I am sure that I came out of that exact house. I was shocked when that man closed the door in my face. Who is Mason? Was he even real? I just couldn't believe anything good happening in my life now. I heard that sadness is not permanent, they come and they go. But it seems endless to me.

I can't let it go. I have to find the truth. I was tired of being sad and worthless. I can't let this hope get faded. I am tired of not getting answers to my questions. There are hundreds of questions going around my mind and now I am gonna find answers of all. I turned my bicycle back, sat on it and started paddling my way to that mansion again. I pressed the brakes and my bicycle drifted left in a sudden force, I managed to jump out of it and I didn't care to stand it back. I left my bicycle outside and trudged down towards the main door. I rang the bell several times without a pause. That man opened the door again but this time I was not nervous. I was determined to prove to him that I am not wrong but he is.

"I want to speak to Mason?" I demanded, looking right into his eyes.

"I told you there is no Mason. Don't waste my time dear. I am not in a mood for a prank" He narrowed his brows and stretched his hands to close the door. I put my hand on the door, I was angry. "Does this face look like I am playing a prank?" I clenched my jaws. His eyes widened and he tried to study my expressions.

"Are you trying to scare me?" his forehead creased. I stretched my hands off the door and tried to calm my mind. "I have no intentions of doing that. All I am saying that I am sure that I met Mason exactly in this house." I could see the lines of irritation on his forehead but I was not going to leave before I get my answers. Suddenly I heard a female voice from the house.

"What taking you so long Michael?" She asked that man from behind. She had a chubby body and a dusting cloth tucked in her skirt. Well, by looking at the size of this house, they could hire thousands of servant. Her brows snapped together in confusion, she looked me top to toe studying me if I was a human or a monster. "What do you need?" she asked me while gesturing Michael to go back to his work.

"I was looking for Mason and I am sure I am at the right place." 

"Damn you are, but Mason has not visited here since last two months," she said with an expressionless face. "Could you tell me where he is now?" my eyes lighten up. "No, No one knows that sorry, now you can go. We have so much work to do," 

"But --" before I could say anything more she grabbed the door and closed it. How can a person be so rude? I guess I can't blame her, taking care of this giant house isn't an easy task. I didn't get my answer but now I knew that I was right about the connection of this house with Mason. Although that lady created some more questions in my mind. Why would Mason not come home for two months? I just visited this house with him a month ago. Mason was getting interesting and somehow he was helping me to keep my mind busy. I wanted to know more about him, in a few moments he managed to know the most important part of my life and here I don't know a thing about him.

I was disappointed, I came to his house with a hope that he would help me get out of this sorrow. I was now sitting on the edge of my window, admiring the sun steady to the horizon, and my face aglow with the last orange rays before twilight beckons the stars. I used to admire its different colors which looked like a symbol showing me what the good tomorrow could bring. But now it only intensifies my pain because it would bring a new day full of suffering and agony where I will be alone fighting it with my broken heart.

Managing the tears of my eyes from falling down, I took out my diary which was hidden under my bed. I read the pages which witnessed my sorrow, the wet pages reminded me how I managed to survive 45 days without Zac. I hope one day I would laugh over this and I will not feel the pain while reading it. I hope I will survive this pain. Reading all the difficult moments only increased my pain, I remembered those sleepless nights and sorrow which I couldn't handle but it also caught my attention when I found how to find Mason. My eyes flickered with tears of hope. It's time to meet Mason and the answer to his presence is in the club. For the first time in forever, I was waiting eagerly for the sun to rise up the horizon.

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