Long Live

[John Miller]

John looked at her and smiled. A soft and sad smile, but still. He knew that Claire knew him, if anything. And she knew his family. Well, it was her family as well but it didn't exactly matter. "Thanks..." so slowly and softly whispered, but he was sure she heard him.

He knocked on the door powerfuly 2 or 3 times, before the maid of his house hurried to open up the door. She smiled brightly to him and greeted him, hurrying to take his and Claire's suitcases.

"Would you like anything special to eat tonight, Young Master?" the girl asked politely.

John rolled his eyes as soon as he heard her."Whatever is good, Marie, thanks... And stop calling me that, you know I hate it." he told her.

He hated being called anything that sounded grand in any way. The girl apologized and left fast, telling them they were being waited in the living room. He exchanged a pair of looks with Claire and started walking together with her. He felt like a sheep that was heading towards death.