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59. | ɴᴇᴡ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢꜱ
𝚝𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢 | 𝟶𝟼 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹
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THE JINGLING OF KEYS echoed in the hallway as Mason turned the doorknob, announcing his arrival. "Y/N? I'm home."
The door shut with a muffled thud, and Mason dropped his bags beside the entrance, his suitcase resting against the wall. The subtle creaking of the door hinges settled into the quiet of the house. The soft hum of the refrigerator was the only audible presence as he hesitated, surveying the dimly lit living room.
The glow from the outside streetlights seeped through the partially closed curtains, illuminating the furniture gently. The room felt frozen in time, the stillness magnifying the emptiness that enveloped it. The air held a lingering tension, a palpable energy that hinted at something amiss.
As Mason's eyes adjusted to the subdued ambiance, he noticed an unopened envelope on the coffee table. A flicker of concern crossed his face as he picked it up, the weight of the unopened communication adding to the quiet unease that permeated the room.
"Y/N?" he called again, his voice softer this time, carrying a note of uncertainty. He moved further into the apartment, glancing around for any sign of her presence.
The door to the bedroom stood slightly ajar, and Mason approached it with a growing sense of trepidation. The room was cloaked in darkness, and he could barely make out the furniture silhouette. The air felt heavy, laden with unspoken words and unanswered questions.
"Y/N, are you here?" Mason's voice quivered, a touch of anxiety coloring his words. He pushed the bedroom door open gently, revealing an empty room. The absence of her presence hung in the air, intensifying the disquiet that settled over the apartment.
A faint sound reached his ears, and Mason's gaze shifted towards the bathroom. He hesitated before heading upstairs, the steps echoing in the quiet house. The bedroom door stood ajar, a soft glow emanating from within. Mason pushed the door open and found Y/N sitting on the bed, bathed in the muted light, her eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions.
The room felt charged with unspoken words, and Mason took a hesitant step forward. "Y/N, what's going on?" he asked, the weight of the silence lingering in the space between them.
"Why is it dark in here?" Mason asked, flicking on the bedroom light. He noticed his girlfriend sitting on the edge of the bed. She turned to look at her boyfriend, a nonchalant expression on her face.
Mason made a face and slowly walked towards her, sensing something was wrong.
"You alright?" He lifted up a hand, placing it on her shoulder. The girl was quick to recoil away, shrugging him off. She cleared her throat and looked up at him. Mason noticed how red her eyes were, indicating that she had been crying.
