I'm Just a Substitute Doll

Photo Frame

18.30 ~

Digital clock standing on the table .

Yelena who fell asleep this afternoon just woke up. The lightning out there was snatching hard. Heavy rain has fallen for some time.

Yelena opened half the balcony door. Under there the garden grass had been sunk by the water.

"Has Sean not come home yet?" mumbling worried.

He exited the room and checked whether the figure he was worried about had gone home or not. Step by step he went down the stairs.

Slender. The large house only looks like furniture. There's no one.

He opened the front door, and a strong wind hit his face, making him turn his face.

Soon he shut it back down.

Auntie's not seen anywhere. Yelena didn't want to trouble Auntie, so she just went back to her room.

Yelena pulled the doorknob, about to open it. Suddenly curiosity approached him. The curiosity of Sean's room.

Up there are only four doors. He was guessing, which of the other three rooms was Sean's room. He stared at the door at the end of the room, far opposite his room.

He sure approached the room. He tried to open the door.

Not locked.

He opened the door even wider and entered. If the room decor is all white, then this time Sean room decor all brown. Yelena sat on the bed. His eyes began to adventure, looking for something interesting in there.

Be met.

A picture frame on his desk. Yelena stood up and approached him. He looked at the photo in wonder.

He took the picture and walked to the mirror. He looked in the mirror and then looked at the photo. He did it repeatedly.

"Is this me?" muttered.

He touched his face. Moving his head to the right and to the left. Look at both sides of his face. Then touch the gauze wrapped around his head.

Yelena looked at the photo again. He started to frown.

"What makes him look so happy?" ogre.

In the photo Sean embraces the shoulder of the female figure beside him, and looks at him with an affectionate gaze. Also a colorful smile on his face.

We all know that it is not Yelena, but Allesa.

Yelena put the photo back in place as a thought flashed through her head. Then immediately return to his room.

Walk-in closet is the target. He's looking for something in there. There aren't. He tried to remember where he put it.

But Yelena is not him. Sean's fiancee. Remembering is useless, because he is not the real owner.

He sat in the chair there. Tired of looking for things I never saw.

Bruk~

Something happened to him daei behind. He who was shocked immediately got up from his seat, and with half a run he moved away.

"Oh my goodness." he exclaimed with a clumsy smile.

A mannequin with clothes in his car. Knee length dress with floral motifs. He smiled cheerfully and immediately removed the shirt from the mannequin statue.

The dress looks so beautiful. Yelena can't wait to wear it.

He was spinning in front of his big glass.

"Sean must be happy. Thank goodness I found a little hint," he muttered with great pleasure.

He stared at the wall clock. It's almost 8 p.m. The rain did not stop, nor did Sean return.

Yelena was bored.

With the clothes he was wearing, he went down to the kitchen.

SERIATE...