Come on you can do this! It's just an apartment tour, nothing that will get you killed, or sick, or hurt....hopefully. The staircase intimidated me, it loomed over like a tree threatening to snap at any minute. Forcing myself to take a deep breath I take careful steps up the rusty...rickety...very unsafe, by the looks of it, stairs. Finally I reach the end of the stressful climb only to see a just as rustic looking door, that could fall off of its hinges any second. When I brought my hand up to knock on the door it swung open, barely missing my face. "Hi, you must be Verona I'm Calum." Oh God, I know that face I definitely know that face! before I can censor my thoughts something slips out. "Shit!"
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The Broke
RomanceTwo broke artists, One Shabby apartment, and too many sleepless nights shrouded in coffee.
