I woke my neighbour up through my incessant shuffling in my apartment room. The walls were thin, not my problem. I'd woken up because I could hear someone moving around.
It wasn't much, but I saw the silhouette. The thief had entered my home and dashed out the window. It's because I could hear well.
Laying on the ground, they left a note saying
"I know what you treasure the most and I will most certainly take if from you."
It could only be a lie. Nobody knows what I care about the most.
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(complete!) thief [tordedd]
Short StoryLike a cat in the night, he swiftly went to my house and wandered through my open window. That July night is the one I remember, because it's the night he stole the thing I loved the most. I don't want him to give it back.