Honesty

Noorh navigated the hallways until he reached the door that led to the gardens. He crossed the trellises where the vines dangled their fragrant white flowers overhead. It was as if the garden was welcoming him home in its own way. He took a turn down the labyrinth of hedges where he hid behind as a child until he reached a small old cottage in the middle of it.

Noorh paused in front of its wooden door and closed his eyes. He only spent a few days away from the decrepit house but it seemed like so much had changed. It wasn't the plants or the structure of the house.

It was him.

Noorh opened the door and stepped inside the threshold. He flicked the light switch on the wall, filling the sparse living room with a warm glow. It appeared the same as he left it. Even the kitchen looked the same. He walked to the bedroom that he called his prison cell growing up. He didn't bother to turn on the light and immediately made a beeline for the curtains covering the window.

Noorh pushed the curtain