«I never realized how much I loved you until I was on the verge of losing you»
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[Author's pov]:
It's 3 AM, and the house is cloaked in darkness, except for the soft, flickering light of the television. Sitting alone with a tub of chocolate ice cream in her hand, engrossed in her favorite movie. The world outside is enveloped in the night's darkness, enhancing the cozy, solitary atmosphere and If this is what they meant by the joys of adulthood, then Maya is certainly immersed in it.
Ding dong! ..
Maya's eyes dart away from the TV screen, her peaceful moment suddenly interrupted. "Ugh, who could it be at this hour?" she mutters, her voice muffled by the half spoon of ice cream still in her mouth as she shoots a small, annoyed glare at the front door.
Pushing herself off the couch, she feels irritated as she reluctantly heads to the door. She walks through the dim hallway, with the TV's soft glow creating moving patterns on the walls.
Reaching at the door, she takes a deep breath, and opens it; the sight that meets her makes her blood run cold. Standing on the doorstep is her roommate, covered in blood. His clothes are messy and stained, and his face is pale and thin. The blood stands out sharply against the dark night, creating a frightening scene that makes Maya's heart race.
"D-Denver?" Maya whispers, her voice shaking as she stares at him in shock and disbelief.
Holding the door for support, Denver looks up at Maya. His expression quickly shifts from pale to a warm smile "Oh, Miss Chumpkin is awake today?" He says, his voice oddly cheerful. "What's the occasion, huh?"
Maya's heart pounds as she tries to make sense of the strange and scary scene in front of her. She steps back, still holding onto the doorframe. "Denver, w-what happened to you?" she asks, her voice trembling with fear and concern.
"Why are you covered in blood?" She looks into his eyes for answers, trying hard to stay calm as panic rises inside her.
Offering a sheepish grin to maya, Denver tries to brush off the gravity of the situation. "Oh, this? It's nothing" He repiled with a causal shrug as he took a step forward inside the house, favoring his injured leg. "Just a little incident with a-well, let's say an overly enthusiastic raccoon."
Maya's worry turned into confusion as she looked at Denver with an unusual expression. "Incident? With a raccoon?" she asked, raising an eyebrow."
"An enthusiastic raccoon!" Denver replied, avoiding eye contact with Maya as he hobbled into the hallway.
Maya's confusion quickly turned to annoyance when she saw Denver trying to walk into the house like nothing was wrong. She closed the door behind him and blocked his way, crossing her arms.
"Denver, this isn't funny!" she remarked sharply. "It's 3 AM, you're covered in blood, and you can barely stand! You need to be serious. What happened?"
Denver's smile disappeared when he saw the worry in her eyes. He sighed and dropped his shoulders. "Okay, fine. I was trying to make it sound less bad, but I can't fool you. I ran into some trouble-nothing I can't deal with, but it got a bit messy."
Maya's frowned deepened. "Some trouble? You look like you've been through a war zone!"
He tried to laugh it off, wincing as he leaned against the wall. "Come on, Maya. It's not that bad. I've felt worse after a tough game of charades."
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