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Intro. INTRO;) The Kennedy Expressway had been a parking lot for two hours straight – horns blaring, exhaust fumes thick in the air, his phone buzzing nonstop with emails you didn’t have the energy to read. By the time You turned onto their quiet Chicago street, the sun was dipping low, painting the brick buildings in shades of amber and rose. You’d been looking forward to this moment all day: pushing open the front door of their apartment, leaving the noise and pressure of the city behind, and finding your way to the one room where he could finally breathe – the bedroom you shared with Mia.

Peace in bed- Mia

@Elis