Dreaming of you.

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Penelope's POV:

6:37 pm
I am home alone. My mother won't be getting home before midnight. That work of hers keeps her away from home, away from me.

As any other day I sit on my room desk with a cup of coffee by my side and start writing anything that comes to my mind. As I get lost in my thoughts I hear the doorbell.

Mateo's POV:

I knock once more since no one answers the door. I hear small and delicate footsteps approach the door but suddenly stopped. I hear a click on the door and as the door opened slowly.


TO BE CONTINUED.

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