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ELVIRA's CHECKERED Vans scuffed softly against the rough concrete slabs of the sidewalk, each step echoing her hesitant determination. She traced the familiar paths of Jahseh's neighborhood, the oversized black cardigan draped off her slender shoulders, swaying gently with her movements.
For several minutes, Elvira wandered these streets, her heart tugging her closer to the place she had never dared to visit until now. Jahseh's house loomed just ahead, a place she had only imagined. She glanced at her wrist, her watch's face reflecting the late morning sunlight, signaling that it was about time for Jahseh to leave for work.
Elvira's pulse quickened as she saw the front door open. Jahseh emerged, his movements smooth yet unhurried. His blond and black dreads framed his face, shifting slightly as he ran a hand through his hair. He wore a white tank top that contrasted starkly with his blue jeans, and his signature choker clung to his neck, glinting under the sun as he moved towards his sleek BMW.
As he drove away, Elvira's lips curled into a secretive smile. She pressed her hand against the rough brick corner of a neighboring house, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety bubbling within her. She had never been this close, never crossed this boundary.
With Jahseh out of sight, Elvira's steps grew bolder. She approached his house, her excitement intensifying with each step. The world seemed to narrow to just her and the door before her. She knocked lightly, a playful tap that seemed out of place in the stillness. "Hello?" she called, her voice a mix of nerves and exhilaration, barely louder than a whisper.
To her surprise, the door yielded to her gentle push, swinging open with a creak. Elvira's heart pounded in her chest. How could he have left it unlocked? She hesitated briefly at the threshold before crossing it, leaving the door ajar behind her.
Inside, the house was quiet, each room a snapshot of Jahseh's life. Elvira's eyes darted around, absorbing every detail. She wandered to the bedroom, her curiosity and adrenaline guiding her steps. The room was a sanctuary of his presence.
Elvira ran her fingers over the cool fabric of his bed sheets, savoring the texture. She couldn't resist the urge to lay down, letting the familiar scent of his pillows envelop her. She closed her eyes for a moment, losing herself in the moment, her heartbeat finally slowing as she let out a contented sigh.
Elvira clutched Jahseh's pillow tightly, burying her face in its soft fabric. The scent of his cologne was intoxicating, She inhaled deeply, a giggle escaping her lips, a mix of delight and disbelief at her own audacity.
"This is insane," she thought, but the thrill coursing through her veins drowned out any lingering doubts. With a sigh, she released the pillow, letting it fall back onto the bed. She slid off the mattress, her bare feet hitting the cold floor as she kicked off her checkered Vans, abandoning them like old inhibitions.
Curiosity guided her as she ventured down the dimly lit hallway, her fingers brushing against the walls. The silence was thick, almost tangible, broken only by the soft thud of her footsteps. She paused at the kitchen doorway, her eyes flicking over, the room was neat, almost sterile.
She opened the refrigerator, the cold air rushing out to greet her. The contents were mundane—milk, leftovers, a few condiments—nothing that piqued her interest. Closing the door with a soft thud, she turned her attention to the rest of the house, each room a mystery waiting to be unraveled.
Her hand reached for a doorknob further down the hallway, but it refused to budge. She frowned, tugging a little harder. "What the fuck?" she muttered under her breath, frustration creeping into her voice. She was about to give up and turn back when a movement caught her eye.
A shadowy figure loomed at the end of the hallway, emerging from the gloom. Before Elvira could react, a sharp blow to her head sent her reeling. Pain exploded in her vision, and she crumpled to the floor, consciousness slipping away as darkness enveloped her.
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