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Home, alone: Pt 1

作者: Superb writes
last update 最終更新日: 2025-04-26 06:16:44

(Emily's POV)

I shut the door behind me, and just stood there for some minutes, tired and stressed.

The silence here I what I really needed after the noise. The atmosphere was thick, warm, and somehow suffocating. My apartment was too quiet, and too still. No voices, just the soft hum of the fridge and the sound of my own heartbeat.

Sophia was still at the loft, dancing with someone, drunk and shining. I didn't even tell her why I was leaving that. I just mumbled something about being tired and stressed, and she was distracted, just smiled and turned back to the person she's with.

The ride home was something that felt like it didn't happen. One second, I stopped the taxi and told him where I'm headed. Next, he told me were at my street, and I asked him to drive forward little, paid him from my purse, and alighted at the front of my apartment.

The moment I was inside, i felt a little tired, forgetting that my body was tired earlier.

But my body wasn't tired, maybe not really.

It was ju
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