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Taylor's  pov:
I walked out of his house and started to walk home. "What just happened in there?", I ask myself. As I'm walking down the sidewalk I start to realize that it has become dark and cold. The harsh wind has started to pick up making it even colder. With only a sweater and leggings on, I'm pretty damn cold. I walk past the little pond with the frog sitting on the bank, with the moon shining bright over all of it. The crickets are humming and there are leaves crunching under my feet as I walk towards my house. "Does Calum like me?!", I ask myself. "Why did he do that?", nothing is making sense to me anymore. I thought he hated me after he heard what happened to me. I approach the pavement leading up to my house and grab the key under the mat. My hands so cold I can barely turn the key. Finally the door creaks open and I step into the warm, coziness of my home.

A/N:
Not many people actually read my story but to the ones who like it, I know I'm not the best writer I'm new at this. That is all. Have a lovely day. Bye :)

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