A grey colored clouds overwhelmed the whole sky of London. This was a daily view for the people in the town so none of them paid any attention to their surrounding. Meanwhile the busy people walked here and there at the main road, a boy around 16 years old sat there in the dining room, alone. His clear grey colored eyes was framed by long, and thick lashes. His porcelain and beige colored skin gave a healthy rosy color on his cheeks and lips. A doll, that's what will people said if they met him for the first time. Ash Graham, the successor of Graham family, and the only one who left in his family, since the accident a few years ago took away his parents life. He was inherited her mother's silky and golden colored hair, and his father's sharp features and eyes. A pure beauty at the first sight.
A jasmine scented tea invaded his nostrils as he liftes the cup and the plate to drink his morning tea. He closed his eyes to feel the warmth from the tea transferred to his body. Ash let out a delighted sigh as he put away the tea cup and moved to his breakfast. A scrambled egg, sausages, bacon, and mushrooms. Served along with a mashed potatoes in a same plate.
But somehow, it feels lonely to eat alone at this huge room. He glanced at the silver bell placed at the right side of his table. A bell which he always use to call his only butler to his side. And without a second thought, he ring the bell and waited until the certain figures come to his side. And while waiting, he sang a song in a whispers. "London bridge has falling down, falling down..."