𝚟𝚒𝚒𝚒

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𝚟𝚒𝚒𝚒

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𝚟𝚒𝚒𝚒. 𝚂𝚊𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜
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"Where did you go? What took you so long?" I asked her in a serious tone and crossed my arms into my chest.

"I brought some groceries. You're still asleep earlier, so, I didn't wake you up." She answered and she gave me a confusion look. "Why are so serious, huh."

I sighed and shook my head. "Nothing."

I can tell that she obviously disagreed with my reason. But then she come closer to me and hug me.

"I'm not going anywhere. Calm down Mr. Policeman." She chuckled.

She's, right. Come on Flynn, put back yourself together

I smiled sparingly and kissed the top of her head.

Why should I believe in that old woman. I have no reason to believe in her. Besides, she's old. And as far as I know, Mrs. Westly have an illness in her brain.

And I know in myself that Assha is the type of person who wouldn't do that such a thing.

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ONE night, we're laying at my bed while staring at the ceiling.

We used to cuddle sometimes when we were in the mood.

I put my hands into her waist and buried my face in her neck. She caressed my hair with her one hand while her other hand were playing my nape. We didn't do anything deeper than this. She said that, she's not yet ready.

"You know, when I was a kid, my mother always sings to me whenever I can't sleep. That's the only memory I could remember being with my mother." I said out of context.

"How 'bout you? Tell me your childhood story." I gaze at her.

She didn't repond for a moment and just stared at the ceiling as if something's bothering her.

"What if something bad happen? Would you rather to stay with me?" She suddenly said, Instead of answering my question.

I paused for a moment. I stared at her. There's no emotion I can see in her face right now.

"Then I will runaway with you."

"Is that so? Let's see."

She smiled and I don't know why I see sadness in her eyes.

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