*Sam's P.O.V*
As I pulled into Tory's driveway, the sight of her house brought a mix of emotions. The structure was familiar, yet today it felt different, like a prelude to change.
I saw Tory at the front door, her presence a beacon of readiness for the task ahead. Her stance was steady, a testament to her decision to embrace a new beginning, and it filled me with a sense of purpose.
I shut off the car and gathered my resolve along with my cleaning supplies. The warmth of the day enveloped me as I stepped out, the sun's rays painting everything with the promise of renewal.
With each step toward the house, my anticipation grew. Here we were, about to sift through the tangible pieces of Tory's life, but also, perhaps, to sort through the intangible — our friendship, the misunderstandings, and the shared laughter.
Reaching Tory's door, her smile was a quiet greeting, a soft acknowledgment of the support we were ready to give each other.
It was more than just cleaning; it was a chance to straighten out more than just her home. I returned her smile, feeling the invisible walls between us begin to crumble.
Today was about clearing out the old, and in its place, building a foundation for something new.
"I think the best place to start is picking up all the empty containers of takeout and clean the containers off the counters." Tory suggested once I stepped foot into her home.
"That's a good start." I agreed. "Let's get started."
I watched as Tory grabbed a black garbage bag, the plastic crinkling in her determined grip. It was a small, yet powerful gesture that set the tone for our mission.
I stepped forward, holding the bag open for her like a silent partner in this dance of decluttering.
As she began to fill it, the remnants of many late-night meals—empty Chinese takeout boxes, In-N-Out burger wrappers—were tossed in one by one. It was like watching the past being packaged up, piece by piece.
Tory's movements were methodical, almost therapeutic, as she continued the purge.
Plastic cups followed, their once bright colors dulled by time, and then cereal boxes that had taken up residence on the counter.
Each item she discarded seemed to lighten the room, and I could feel the energy shifting. We were clearing away more than just trash; we were clearing a path to a fresh start.
"I didn't know that it would be this many bags." Tory huffed as she looked at me.
There were about four bags of plastic bags and it was filled with empty food containers. But hey, the floor is completely clean.
"It's okay." I said, "At least it's been picked up and now we can move onto the next step."
"Let me put these bags in the trash bin that's outside."
"Let me help you."
We both had two bags and we went through her front door to head to the trash bins that's near her home.
Once the bags were in the dumpster, we walked back to her home.
"I think maybe now we vacuum and mop the tile floor." I said.
"What task do you wanna do?" She asked me.
"I can mop and you're cool with vacuuming?"
"Yeah, I'm cool with it."
"Awesome."
As I glide the mop across the cool tile, the scent of citrus cleaner fills the air, replacing the remnants of takeout aroma. The ones that had made a mess on the floor and didn't get cleaned up.
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