v. abode

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#ILAbode
Fifth shot | Illegitimate Love

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Driving, he was driving with no specific place to go.

“Stop, please.”

He didn’t listened, he continued to drive until they reached his apartment—his studio.

Cliché, but the truth is, “you were the first girl I brought here, just so you know,” he told her honestly.

He opened the door and went on her side to open hers, gentleness.

Her breathing became heavier as she took a single step out from the car. She just want to run away, to hide, again.

He started to feel something familiar, and its familiarity was killing him softly and was draining all the self-control he has.

He fetched for the keys of his apartments' door. He bit his lower lip as he twisted the knob. The whiff from the foreign place made her close her eyes and silently pray for an abscond, because she knows that when she enter his place. . .there is no way out, no turning back.

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