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The blurry window view covering the sun at It's best attempt to be discrete had followed more of an avoidance than coverage.
Luke never made it the whole night, he always had to cut the party halfassed.
It's not that he wasn't enjoying himself- nono this time he was chilling, the problem was that he just had someone waiting for him everytime he came back, Anisse.

She never questioned his breath of hot alcohol or smoke coming out as he opened his car and releasing the fog that took away the clarity of the sun not being there. She never hesitated when he weeped on her shoulder as he slurred words of his stress, she would slowly make circles on his back as she silently hummed snd listened to his tangents till he fell asleep like always.
Even if he came wasted in daylights or high nights, he always seemed to come to her in time, and she would wait for him from on her chair he got her the second Halloween they went were with each other.
"The stolen haunted chair of 6th Avenue" a title all in itself worthy of her patient seating while catching up on books she knew she would never finish.
But her imagination could cover the plotholes every time.

He was almost there, in fact he started recognizing the houses moving fast-at such a hazards speed-he began to wonder why were the houses racing, why had the music become louder, did he forget he put the bass all the way up? Why had the streets begun to shift-
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This time, she thinks to herself as she gets halfway through the book-this time i know I'll get to page 345, i just gotta concentrate.
And as she was about to flip the page she had postponed herself by a weak knock at the door and a soft sigh of relief. She would just have to finish the book, another day.

Only this time, no one knocked. Her eyes traced the page she halted in and seeped the first sentence to read. Nothing but weird silence hanged tightly at her throat as she looked towards the clock in bluff.

Had something happened?