It's 1964 and Mila has moved from the ukraine to England. She moves into an mansion, in the heart of the Dales, to be percific were the bronte sisters lived. The ghosts of anne, charlotte and Emily haunt the house. But the brother Branwell, is making it hard for her. He tells her on her first night that there will be a murder in the village of a woman named Geogie mills, will she see the culprit? and if she does, will the culprit do to her before she tells the police?


28. tears

I smiled up at them, squinting as the sun started to appear from a lone cloud. The rain starting to drizzle, then very slowly that drizzle of the rain stopped. Meanwhile, the sun sent it's warm, yellow rays all over the place, warming my back, my face and warming up my attitude for the rest of the day. There was a few minutes of pure silence, maybe because of the sudden wheather change, making everyones mood change from angry , depressed to light and lively.

"Would you like to have Luncheon with us ?" My voice broke the silence.

"Yes, please." Declan and Connor chourussed, smiling from ear to ear with the word 'Luncheon'.

I turned, smiling, and led the way accross the circular grass patch, then back onto the gravel, before reaching the large oak-pannelled door. The two boys were dragging there feet behind me, tired and hungry I suppose. Soon they arrived next to me standing in front of the entrence and our new home.

"Wellcome to your new home..." Declan spoke carefully, his face beaming down with me.

"Thank-you for letting me and my familly come." My voice was all dry and croaky.

Then water seemed to pour down my face. Soon realising that this water was not one of rain, I was actually crying, thankfull for everything. No words could describe what I was feeling right now, it was an array of mixed feelings. Some of pleasure, some of excitement, some of sadness and loss. Declan kneeled down to my 5"6 height, he was 20 and is about 5"11. He pulled me into a massive, tight yet warm bear-hug. We stayed there for a few minutes or so, before we entered our house.

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