Pretty faces, broken souls

As she shut the door, the entire house quivered. The glass panes vibrated and the glass frames shook.

The house was an apt representation of the souls it resided. Its grandeur was discussed ceaselessly and its comfort remembered incessantly. But what remained clandestine beneath these velvet tapestries was the weak, frustrated, crumbled and incompatible state of affairs. Four people lived within it. They were just people. People so passive. People so pretentious.

The house quivered as she shut the door. Because the people were harsh and unyielding. But how could the house be strengthened? It was already constructed. Well, there was a thriftier way. If the people were caring and gentle. They would be caring when they loved but gentle when they were loved. Then the House could become a Home. And People could become a Family.