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“Oh, you think i’m cute when im mad? Well, get ready cause I’m about to be gorgeous!”
Character POV
~I used song lyrics in here, I put the video up top along with the picture.~
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“Apartment 117. That’s where your chick is.” Answered the disheveled, impatient man that runs the complex. “I dunno what’s so important about ₥ɆⱠ₳₦łɆ anyway.”
“Pardon?” He looked back up at me from his computer.
“I dunno what’s so important about her anyway. All she does is play her music too loud, has to many plants, and that annoying cat.” He leaned back and looked out the front windows. “Let alone the fact that she works at a flower shop, as an artist of much odd taste, and ‘Photography’.”
“Why is it your concern.”
“I gots to take care of ‘er and I don’t wanna get mauled by ‘er stup-” I slammed his head on the desk and leaned down.
“Just because Miss ₴₥ł₮Ⱨ is your tenant does not mean you should bugger her because she is the woman you, as a man, could never be.” I throw him back in his seat and begin to walk towards the stairs. “She won’t be here long anyways, so you can stop being jealous.”
After walking up four flights of stairs, I stood in front of her door. There was noise inside, I wasn’t sure if it was her talking, her listen to music, or even watching the tele. Either way, I took my chances, lock picked the door, and opened it.
Stepping in I realized she was listening to music, she was working on some art piece. The eisel was up and sitting next to the balcony, which the door was open.
“I know you’re here, so stop hiding.”
“Shut it.” she said
“Let me d-” She stood up from behind the couch and was clenched her fist.
“Did you think that I would let you crawl right back into my bedroom? After everything we’ve been through?” I chuckled and looked her straight in the eyes.
“I see you aren’t passed us.”
“You’re such an incompetent idiot, Maxwell.” She threw a vase at me, but missed me.
“You’re cute when you’re mad, ₥ɆⱠ₳₦łɆ.”
“Oh, you think i’m cute when i’m mad?” She yelled and I started getting confused. “Well, get ready cause i’m about to be GORGEOUS!”
“Are you ser-” The next thing I knew, I woke up in the hospital, and no one knew what happened to me. Chronic internal and external injuries, unknown amount of scars, and missing organs.
No one lived in apartment 117 for months and the last renter was a man in his thirties. So why did I know a woman, early twenties, living there for almost three years. Why can’t I remember her name.. The name of the girl I fell in love with?
“Where are you?” I layed in bed staring at the hospital wall, turning towards the window. “What happened to you?”
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Word Count: 500
