Novel & Cerita Our Closet

I inhale deeply, savoring the earthiness that clings to the air before turning to the rest of my morning. The closet greets me with orderly rows of fabric and color, a testament to my exacting nature. Deep jewel tones and soft, neutral palettes line the shelves, each piece carefully selected to project a different facet of my persona. In the back corner, hidden in the shadow of the door, a soft leather jacket hangs among the business wear, its presence both foreign and familiar. I do not touch it. Not today.

"I could live in here. Just set up a bed, and I'm good." "You're ridiculous." "No, I'm practical. There's a difference." We dissolved into giggles, and for a moment, everything felt normal. Like we were just two friends having fun instead of two women whose lives had been turned completely upside down. After we were done, we wrapped ourselves in the plushest towels I'd ever felt and moved to the closet. My jaw dropped when I opened the double doors. The closet was filled with outfits, designer pieces still bearing tags, arranged by colour and style like a boutique. It was as if my aunt had planned for this day, had somehow known exactly what sizes we'd need.

Considering I've never seen the man look the least bit sleep deprived I guess I'll have to cross that off my list too. Then what the hell can he be hiding? When I open the door, I expect to find something close to the monstrous images of blood and guns I'd created in my head, but instead, I'm met with something completely different and unexpected. A closet. Rows and rows of carefully coordinated fabrics, shoes and accessories all line up together filling the room. One side of the closet is lined entirely with suits in every shade of grey, blue and black imaginable while the other side is lined with casual clothes. Sweatpants, plain shirts and even tank tops all make an appearance in the impr

“Play the paused music.” And an American electronic beat sounds from the speakers. I walk to the door, closing it and skipping, as I approach the closet that’s attached to the bedroom, with a well-organized space. At the entrance, there’s a full-length mirror. Opposite it, a counter with drawers that serve as support for storing smaller items, such as watches, wallets and sunglasses. The clothes are hung on hangers organized by type and color. Shirts, jackets and pants are impeccably arranged. A section dedicated to shoes in a variety of models, from casual sneakers to leather dress shoes, all lined up on shelves. In the center of the room, a comfortable gray armchair and a small coffee tabl

Please be the existing door, please…. I turned the knob open and to my disappointment, it wasn’t the exit door but it was through a room, in other words, a closet. I have never seen a real closet before, I have only seen it in movies. And to be honest, I have never in my life seen this many clothes before, it was so nice. I have always dreamt of having a closet of my own. I walked into the closet completely forgetting my aim to get out of the house.

The bath took longer than I thought, and when I finally pulled myself out of it, the water had gone cold. I wrapped a robe around me and walked. The walk-in closet was just across from the bath, and I thought it was absolutely convenient. I braced myself for yet another discovery as I opened the door. This place had been a whole adventure all through. It made me wonder what else waited. What else could be in there. I opened up the doors, and my lips fell open. Rows after rows of comfortable clothes ranging from hoodies that looked at least two sizes too big, then shorts just like I loved to wear before the whole glow up thing.

the lead girl whispered, nodding toward the massive dark oak wardrobe. It was Rhys’s closet, and even from a distance, the scent of him drifted out. The doors were slightly ajar, revealing rows of sharp, dark tunics and heavy formal furs. I knew that if I hung my clothes there, the layers would mingle, the fabric of our lives knotting together in the dark. It felt far too intimate. "No," I said, pointing to a low, dusty cabinet tucked away in the furthest corner by the window. "Put my things there. As far from the bed as possible."

Might as well see what kind of prison it was. I went to the closet first and pulled the doors open. My jaw dropped. Holy crap. The closet was huge. And it was filled with designer clothes. Gucci. Versace. Chanel. Names I'd only dreamed about. I pulled out a black dress and held it up. It looked like it would fit perfectly. Wait how did he even know my exact size? I checked the tag. Size 4. That was my size. Exactly my size. I grabbed a pair of jeans. Same thing. A blouse. My size. Everything in here would fit me perfectly.

I made it straight to his closet. Sensor lights i'mmediately came on and I felt my jaw drop. It was a walk in closet. A his and hers closet. But the hers side seemed bigger and the clothes that hung everywhere seemed brand new. Rows of dresses and shelves of shoes. A marbled island in the middle and a see through glass counter top.

I grumbled inside, ignoring the voice of reasoning in my head. I pushed open the closet door and a gasp escaped my lips. The size of the closet was almost the size of my room at Jayden's place. A row of expensive suits hung in a glass wardrobe with blue lights. From black to grey, red, white and green. Underneath it was an opened drawer of designer watches, and ties. I walked past it to see another set of clothes, they were shirts and trousers, with another wardrobe of shoes with red lights under them. I found an opened wardrobe of casual clothes and searched through it to find something small to fit me because there was no single female clothes in here.