I write this story as my way to cope with my sadness. I miss Helen McCrory. This story is going to be reader x Helen with a slow burn story. Full of romance and drama. Not too vulgar.
I love and respect Damien but let's pretend they're not together...
Before we continue the story. Let me describe my apartment. When you open the door, there's a hallway. But if you turn right, next to the door, you can see a little closet for coats and shoes. And then on the left side there's a stairs that leads you to the second floor, which is the bedroom area. 2 bedroom with their own bathroom.
Next to the stairs is utility room. And at the end of the hallway, you can see the living room that connected to the kitchen area.
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Here's the visual. Hope you understand what I'm trying to describe 😂
I've already cleaned everything up so my apartment looks like a brand new now. I spent hours to clean it. I hope Helen won't find anything nasty around here.
I couldn't sleep at night. The thought of being under the same roof with Helen is overwhelming. I'm too excited.
I'm still not really sure if Helen likes women or not tho. I just hoping she does.
After hours just toss and turn in bed, I finally fall asleep.
I woken up by the sound of my alarm. I got up and take a shower. Making some breakfast and coffee then watching tv.
