Only a year and a half back, Victor Fries felt no particular feelings about anything in his house. The bed was meant for sleeping in. The sofa was simply for sitting in and the television in front of it was just to watch the mundane story about yet another crime. But now, the whole house seemed to be in a state of suspension, waiting for the visitor to smile at another movie on that television or sing another hymn in the bed, and the dust only fell when the door uncovered her beautiful face.
If you don't have a fanfiction.net or AO3 profile, then you should really get one because your writing is fantastic and I think that others would really enjoy reading it!

















