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in the heart of the city rain drizzled down over the city busy with life—the rain fluctuated in intervals, the pitter-patter casting down the sides of the immense skyscrapers along with other buildings to down-pouring in pellets, soaking everyone outside. rain never kept the city from living, it always remained buzzing with the haste of people racing around.
if anything the rain nourished the city like its own little private garden.
in the heart of the city, dead center of the city built from the ground up, existed an apartment building with three apartment complex on the top floor. for each of the complexes lingered a soul, or two, inside—life stories broadcasted along every inch of the dull walls, giving life to each apartment except one.
a single apartment's walls were stripped bare to the max. boxes scattered around the dimly lit apartment—the little amount of sun peaking through the clouds did wonders to give away a little bit of light. clothes hung down the sides of the brown cardboard boxes. objects separated into groups laid on the little furnishing that the apartment had been decorated with waiting to be packed away.
the only sign of life existed in the small dog who positioned himself into a tightly, tucked up ball after circling his rounds on his expensive, store bought, cushioned bed. the tiny dog hadn't stirred at the slightest of sounds, not even from the ruckus filling the top level with noises from the apartment across the hall.
down the hall a silent apartment resented any sign of life. the apartment was relatively messy—a couple of pizza boxes left for dead on the coffee table and kitchen countertop, the lids popped halfway open with twelve pizza crust thrown at random inside the weeks old boxes. albums, cds, video games, movies were placed everywhere on the coffee table and entertainment center, left opened for any damage to fall on it.
piles of dirty clothes laid clumped in different sections of the living room, and other rooms. an outfit for each day from the passing weeks formed piles of clothing, and the unorganized closet and messy drawers spat out a endless supply of clothes for the owner of the apartment, it was quite the wonder of how the apartment had yet to gather a stench. the owner had been missing the last couple weeks, having no time but to change at random hours of the day and night, and leave as the hours of their life past by with a blink of an eye.
last but not least, the third apartment from across the lobby, the reasoning for all the ruckus, and the only apartment filled to the brim with life with happy pictures plastered on each wall, two souls wrapped up in one another, and 'check yet juliet' by we the kings played softly in the background. two boys so wrapped up inside each, to the point god himself couldn't disrupt them, gave life to the top floor.
