Kyle wept at the life that he never knew, he cried because he knew that his childhood was stolen from him.
He quickly wiped his tears and began to move around in the house, the creaking floor showed how much it had aged.
It felt like it was going to cave in at any moment, but this was its usual state.
Kyle didn't know how it was still standing but it was a lot sturdier than it gave it credit for and he found himself standing in the room that once belonged to his mother.
"Mama…" Kyle found himself saying before clamping his mouth shut, not understanding why he muttered that word.
It had been years since he left this house yet it looked the same despite signs of it looking like someone had lived.
"My home… It feels strange being here again," Kyle muttered to himself, running his fingers along the walls.
