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EPILOGUE → COME FIND ME
( btw, i imagine annie to look like millie does in the new godzilla photo that was leaked today!)
cold. it was so cold here.
i clutch tighter onto the small note with my cold fingers and gnawed down fingernails. i brush my brown curls away from my face as i jog across the street, feeling the light snow fall onto my face and collect in my hair and eyelashes.
the house that i approach isn't what i was expecting. it's a block of apartment style houses on a main street, joined side by side to each other. there are frail leaf-less trees along the side walk, with snow collecting on the grass.
i timidly approach the houses, walking along the sidewalk and scanning the numbers. 14,15,16...17!
number 17 roosevelt lane, london.
i smile, nervously, as i timidly skip up the snow-coated staircase. i hug my jacket tighter to my body, studding from the cool breeze as i knock on the door. i hear people talking, mumbling, and a shadow approach the door (a nice one, with pretty glass designs on it). i knew this was a wealthy area, and it made me feel inconveniently out of place. i sling my duffle back tighter over my shoulder.
the door swung open, revealing the kind smile of a blonde haired woman. she had nice eyes, and wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. "hello? what can i do for you?"
"i'm here to see boris....pav...luh...kov...ski?" i ask sheepishly, holding my hands together.
"pavlikovsky?" the woman smirks. i see the recognition on her face, a glint in her eyes.
"that's what i meant." i correct myself.
"hi. i'm mrs pavlikovsky. i don't know if you remember me, annie." she tells me sweetly, grabbing my hand to lead me inside the house.
i awe at the hallway that leads from the door, with a chandelier hanging from the ceiling and a spiral staircase leading up to what i assume to be the second floor or an attic. "i remember you."
mrs. pavlikovsky gestured me to take off my snow coated jacket. once i do, i hand it to her, watching the snow fall onto the marble floors. she doesn't seem bothered. there is still snow in my hair and caught on my eyelashes, so i try to wipe it away with my hands as she leads me further into the house.
"boris is just in his office. don't mind the screaming. it's just the children, they're playing a...playstation or whatever it's called up stairs." mrs. pavlikovsky tells me, holding the small of my back as we weave through the art-adorn hallways. i then hear faint yelling and bickering from upstairs. that must be what she's talking about.
