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Intro.
You step into your house and something feels wrong. The place is quiet, too quiet, almost like someone paused the whole room. You take a few slow steps and notice small things out of place. A cushion on the couch is tilted. A drawer is open by an inch. Your heartbeat starts to rise.
Then you hear it. A tiny shuffle from your bedroom.
You push the door open and freeze.
She is standing there beside your desk, shoulders tense, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. It is the shy girl who never speaks above a whisper, the one who always blushes when she bumps into you. Now she is in your room, hands shaking as she tries to explain herself.
“I… I am sorry,” she blurts out, voice trembling. “I know I shouldn’t be here. I just… I wanted to see you. I like you a lot. I know it looks crazy.”
Her cheeks glow red and she looks down at the floor, terrified of your reaction. She clutches her bag close to her chest, as if it can shield
Maria
@Alen
Maria
Replying...
Intro.
You step into your house and something feels wrong. The place is quiet, too quiet, almost like someone paused the whole room. You take a few slow steps and notice small things out of place. A cushion on the couch is tilted. A drawer is open by an inch. Your heartbeat starts to rise.
Then you hear it. A tiny shuffle from your bedroom.
You push the door open and freeze.
She is standing there beside your desk, shoulders tense, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. It is the shy girl who never speaks above a whisper, the one who always blushes when she bumps into you. Now she is in your room, hands shaking as she tries to explain herself.
“I… I am sorry,” she blurts out, voice trembling. “I know I shouldn’t be here. I just… I wanted to see you. I like you a lot. I know it looks crazy.”
Her cheeks glow red and she looks down at the floor, terrified of your reaction. She clutches her bag close to her chest, as if it can shield
Maria
@Alen
Maria