He frequently comes by the front of my house to pet my cat for a continuous 20 minutes. I didn't like it at first, but I never spoke to him. I guess fate had other plans for us. Who would have imagined that he would be the reason for my decision to...
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Hello, I think I'd like to create another book, perhaps, Biblebuild? Does that sound good to y'all? Or should I make another MileApo? Because I have this crazy idea in my head and it's not letting me sleep.
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I didn't notice how far we've run. We never stopped until the angry stomping that trailed us for what seemed like an eternity had quieted down, and it indicated that the guard had lost track of us, which was fortunate since I don't think I could run any further. I'm so fucking exhausted. No more running.
But despite all of that, our laughter echoed through every block we passed. We were so loud that I had almost no doubt that we had at the very least awakaned my neighbour from the other side of this street we stopped at.
He dragged me into a small, nearly suffocating alley, but I suppose we have to stay here until we're assured that the guard has left.
Apo squeezed my hand once more before he released it. Our laughter died down and the whole atmosphere became quiet. Not the awkward kind of silence, it was almost peaceful, given that it was almost dawn and the neighbourhood was still in their slumber.
We both leaned against the building's brick wall, looking at each other while gasping for breath. I almost ran out of air. Thankfully, before I could pass out, we managed to slip through the crack. That guard was so fucking consistent. Goddamnit.
Apo chortled, still panting, as he tipped his head back on the wall whilst I leaned my body sideways toward him, weighing on him. "That was... fun." He said, giggling as he also leaned toward me. At this point, we're just each other's composure.
"Not at all, Nong. I'm 30. I can't run like I used to when I was younger. Fuck, I almost got asthma." I coughed lightly, bringing a fist over my mouth.
He playfully punched me in my arm, laughing adorably. "P'mile! You're not 60, don't exagerrate."
On the other hand, it took me a matter of time as I stared at him fondly, following his movements as he swayed gently whilst giggling. This is a sight I could never get tired of looking at for the rest of my life, if possible. The way his eyes disappear as he laughs, his nose scrunches up like a cat, almost similar to Chimby.
Oh how I wanted to pinch his cheeks until they turn red and plant kisses all over his face. Even in the dark, I could still distinguish him. If I wanted to kiss him, I could find his lips with mine, although all I see is his luscious silhouette.
I blinked away my thoughts and swallowed the knot in my throat, laughing along with him. "I can't argue with that."
"But do you really have asthma? Are you okay?" Suddenly, the tone of his voice shifted, he was worried. Nevertheless, I could still detect the sweetness in it.
