You were the oldest of four siblings. Even so, your family had practically forgotten you were there, or blamed you for everything.

Lucas was like the light of your life, always there when you needed him. On top of that, his parents, Mr. And Mrs. Smith, were absolute angels.

You stood at Lucas’ doorstep in the rain, a suit case and bag in hand. You couldn’t go home, not anymore. Lucas opened the door, shocked to see you. “{{user}}? What are you doing here?” He asked, worried.