1 Chapter 1

This morning is so cold in my opinion, even though it hasn't snowed yet, but my bedroom window looks covered in dew this morning. Is it really that cold outside? Ah never mind. I threw away that useless thought. Today is Sunday, and I have to clean the house as my gratitude to my late grandfather who gave this house to me.

I started cleaning the house, maybe the room is the best part to be a start in my weekly program. But suddenly in the middle of my busy life, I heard my cellphone ring on the table, and it made my concentration dissolve. Who do you think is calling me this Sunday so early? But suddenly my eyes widened when I saw the name of such a familiar person on the screen of my cellphone, Katelyn Shaenette.

"hello", I answered the call.

Heard the woman chuckled softly. "hey Eric, how are you?"

Oh God, today is the best morning, in my heart. "Ah, I'm fine, how was your study in the USA?"

I asked with great joy, like thousands of butterflies flapping their wings on my chest, it felt like flying.

"Actually, my college is very good, thank you for asking. Have you kept your grandfather's house?"

"Yes, actually from 3 weeks ago", I answered with eyes sparkling with happiness when I saw myself in the mirror.

"I'm happy to hear that, have you met Rachel?" Kate asked, suddenly making my smile fade.

"You mean Rachel Shayna?"

"Yes, Rachel, your first love. Actually I called you just to tell you one important thing Eric", She said a little softly.

"If it only hurts, I better turn off this call", now it is as if the butterfly in my heart is burning until it doesn't separate, leaving ashes that only suffocate me.

"Wait Eric, this is not what you imagine, I just want to make you happy by bringing you to your first love", explains Her softly.

"But the love is gone Kate"

"I'm sure there must be", said Kate sure.

Oh God, I swear this Sunday is my worst day.

"please Kate", now my tone is starting to slow down, until I can clearly hear Kate's breath in this call.

"Listen Eric, I'm already happy with my life, now I can find someone who can understand me. You too, you have to find someone who can understand you and it's not me, I hope you will be happy with other people Eric".

I started cursing myself that would not be happy, Kate and I have been in this relationship for 4 years, and it is not a short time. But why would he just let me go and start turning to other people he just met? Oh God, what is the meaning of my life.

"okay, I understand", I said, starting to weaken.

"be happy with others Eric"

I did not respond, my heart was made of bottomless tightness.

"Happy Sunday Kate, have a nice day", I said, without any reply by Kate.

Immediately I turned off the call and began cleaning grandpa's house as a small consolation that hurt my heart this morning.

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Okay, after a few hours I cleaned my grandfather's house and forgot my heartache, now I began to lay myself on the bed, tiring day. I stared at the ceiling of my room with a blank stare, before a question popped up in my head, isn't there an attic above this room that grandpa used to store his old things? Maybe this time I should clean the room to take care of the things my grandfather left before he died, I thought.

I started walking down the hall to find a door that was always closed and never opened by anyone but Grandpa, and I remember perfectly well that the door leads to a staircase leading to the attic of the storage room, or at least I call it a dirty and dusty warehouse because no one has ever cleaned it. except my late grandfather 1 year ago. The door is locked and I don't know where the key is.

Wait, I'll remember for a moment, 2 years ago I remembered that I peeked at my grandfather who just came out of the room and kept the key in a small drawer behind the painting displayed in the family room. And I'll take it if it's true.

And it was my guess that the golden key was there, but why did Grandpa keep it like this? Is there something Grandpa is hiding from all of us? He didn't even tell my father who was his own biological child. Is it possible that grandfather kept an inheritance in there? Ah ... I immediately threw away my qualityless thoughts and began to open the white door of the mysterious room. That's right, the room leads to a dim hallway filled with stairs that lead somewhere. And I have to figure that out myself, I just pray that this staircase doesn't lead me to a room filled with monsters that are ready to pounce on me at any time. Haha .. are there really monsters these days? I'm really silly.

Because of curiosity so passionate, so I just follow where this rung will take me. The closer my position to the door, the cooler the air I feel, as if the earth's oxygen levels are running low. Is this really Grandpa's house? I almost forgot that this house was indeed my late grandfather's house. And yes, now I found an orange light at the end of the stairs, oh my God, finally this rung is over, my heart is relieved. Now I accelerated my pace towards the light showing a large room that contained ancient items that could hardly be found anywhere in the world, even if it was outside of one of them, maybe I could go around the world. But after all these are my grandfather's legacy that I must take care of.

With great care, I cleaned everything in the room, until now my gaze focused on a small drawer which is the only one I have not cleaned. I opened the drawer slowly because I felt that the wood was becoming brittle to be eaten by termites. Oh God what is this? I was surprised to get a full of investigating eyes when I saw the pile of paper that began to turn yellow there, even the ink used to write on it began to fade, although it could still be read by me. I took all these papers slowly, his handwriting was so familiar to me, this was Grandpa's handwriting. And he wrote ... What? this is a story. Is it true that he wrote this himself? But it's okay if I read it, I'm his grandson. Maybe by reading this I can forget about Kate and my heartache. of course, I'll read it.

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