I sent the message and continued my way up the stair case. Our apartment was on the third floor and it was quite some work out to get to it. Not long after, i was already at the door,pushing my key in and opening the entrance door.I entered and closed the door behind me.
It was dark in there and i turned up the light. I removed my coat and hanged it, next were my shoes and my tie . When i was done , I made my way to the sofa. I put my backpack on the table and sat on a sofa, taking some air.
The apartment seemed different since i learnt for her blog. I brushed that feeling off .
I placed my laptop on the table in between the television and the sofa with some documents,to make as if i was working up late. When i got satisfied by the look it gave, i went to get a shower and comfy.
I tried not to think of what she could be doing right now, with whom she were, where she really was...Not trusting her words on the text message she sent me hours ago.
The more i try not to think about it, the more i wanted to know more about the blog, what she was writing,what did she do, with how many people did she...
I closed my eyes out of blue,letting the cold water hit my body,listening to the water dripping down my body..Getting my calm back
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Little miss Cherry
Fiction généraleAfter twenty years of marriage, Richard Cenhelm discovers that.....his wife ; Mareika has been hiding a secret from him. What will he find? Why was she hiding it from him? How will this secret impact their lives? [#8 on down to earth out of 125 sto...
