Red String (joshler)

12

I dropped off the groceries at your place. It was a small apartment building that smelled like old women and mould, with stains on the carpet that seemed oddly suspicious. I did not imagine you to live in such a dreary place. Someone like you deserved to reside in a palace.

you opened the door when I knocked. Your cheeks were tear stained, but I didn't point it out. I did not think you'd appreciate that. You took the groceries from me.

"Thank you Josh," you said.

"You're welcome Tyler."

you closed the door. You never let me in.