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My tired steps made its way towards the door of our apartment.

The doorbell's sound vibrated through my ears.

It felt alien, As though I never used to get excited upon pressing my fingers on the switch.

I heard keys turning from the other side and saw the two brown eyes which once were the cause of the butterflies in me to erupt.

I walked in and sat on the blue couch we bought together.

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