It's been seven years since she moved away. The two thousand miles of land tore apart a friendship, but they kept a promise. They wouldn't forget each other. She remembered the boy with black hair and green eyes, who gave her a flower to mend a figh...
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The August weather reached its peak on the way back. By the time we got to the door, I was sweating buckets and Thor looked like he was going to pass out. Hurriedly opening the door, I welcomed the A/C and run to get a water bowl for Thor.
Once he was taken care of, I hopped in the shower. The feel of the water cleaning off the sweat and heat of the day was exhilarating. Grime from the move was washed down the drain. Past relationships were swept away and forgotten. Rinsed away, left untarnished from the former life I had.
Shutting off the water I wrap a towel around my body and prepare myself for the cold outside the curtain.
I step into my bedroom and look for my box of clothes.I really need to unpack. This would be sooo much easier if everything was organized and laid out. Once I retrieve said clothing, I head back to the bathroom. As my eyes sweep over the room and look out the window, they widen. A pair of emerald eyes lock with mine. In that millisecond of connection, two things happen;
1. As my self-defense tactic to not be seen in a towel, I drop to the ground.
2. As I fall to the ground he's still watching. Watching as I trip over my towel and fall into an embarrassing heap on the floor.
I make contact with the polished wood boards, knee first. Clutching my knee, I hold it to my chest and nurse it, holding back the tears that welled up in my eyes. I groan out when sharp pains prick the top. I can already see a bruise forming.Great.Add this onto my long, long list of 'falls of the day'.
Thankfully, where I land is out of eyesight from the window. I tie the towel tighter against me. Crawling to the window with extra care of staying away from his view, I grab the curtains and roughly pull them together.
Sitting up and calming my breaths, I chance my luck and take a peek out the middle of the curtains. His attention is still directed onto the house. Plastered on his face is a smug smile, he then waves at me when we lock gazes one more time. Pulling back as fast as humanly possible, I shut the curtains and scramble back to the bathroom.
Finally in a windowless room away from prying eyes, I glare at the door, willing my facial expression to penetrate his thoughts and make him feel guilty for looking over.
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Fully dressed, I exit the bathroom. The clock strikes five in the background, no one has come home yet. At the foot of the stairs Thor sleeps contently, guarding the entry way. Step by step I soundlessly descend the stairs, my fuzzy socks keeping squeaks from breaking the silence.
My eyes fall upon the mountain of plates and dishes from this morning and I let out a long audible sigh. Do you know how much I hate dishes? A whole damn lot. This type of chore keeps growing and growing and never stops. And when you have a house of five people you find dishes in places you never knew they could end up in.
