Oh, so his name is Nate, interesting... that's a very unique name, I like it. He leaves the convince store and starts walking back through the dark alleyway.
It seems colder now, somehow, even though just a second ago, it wasn't that cold. As I watched Nate walk through the alley, I saw him shiver, and I could tell he felt the change in weather as well.
He starts walking slightly faster soon we are out of the alley, and he seems to relax a bit. He keeps walking straight for a minute, then turns left, and then left again.
There is 4 story building. He walks over to a small beaten-up door that leads to a staircase, the stars are old and dirty. He takes the stairs and goes up to the second floor, there are 4 apartments on that floor, and he walks up to a dark, almost black ebony door, which is numbered 204.
He pulls out a key and struggles to unlock the door before it finally budges. He quickly slips in. I barely make it in before he closes the door.
Lucky for me, he doesn't look down at his feet, so I am not spotted yet. He walks through the narrow hallway of the apartment. Once he reaches the end, he opens the door to his left and goes in, and I follow him.
I look around quickly and see that it's a small bedroom with a single bed in the middle with the headboard to the wall, a small double-door closet across the bed, and a desk in the far corner, I hide under the desk, and I see him flop onto his bed looking exhausted, in just a few seconds I hear his breathing even out, and he starts lightly snoring.
So I decide to sleep too. I fall asleep fairly quickly; probably because of the nice warmth of his room than the usual cold of the graveyard.
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The Mysterious Ways Of Fate
ContoIt's a short story I wrote when I was bored it's my first one so don't judge too harshly if you have any ideas for more stories or if you have feedback let me know. also sorry for the shitty cover. This story is about Nate, a boy who recently lost...
