I hum the tune of 'boy with luv' as I water my plants. 
                              What? It's a good song! 
                              This is fun and calming, why don't I do it more often? 
                              Probably because you're lazy. 
                              Shush please. 
                              I stop my inner debate when I notice him pulling up in his glorious car. 
                              I think I probably like his car more. 
                              Should I go talk to him? I mean isn't that what neighbors do? 
                              I'm about to move my feet when he steps out from his car looking like he just got run over by a bus. 
                              Okay I'm exaggerating but he does look exhausted. 
                              How does one still manage to look good? 
                              Maybe now's not the right time. 
                              Pff coward, I knew you wouldn't be able to walk up to him and talk. 
                              Didn't I tell you to shush? 
                              And besides I deal with cold hearted criminals on a daily basis, what reason do I have to be scared? 
                              Oh I don't know, probably because you like him? 
                              Oh shush. 
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                              Hey guys, so I've been on hiatus for a while now because of college admission, entrance and other stuff because all of it was so draining that I felt I couldn't keep up with my posting schedule but I'm back now :) 
                              Anyways I hope you like this chapter and the remaining ones to come. I'll be posting every alternate day . 
                              Peace. 
                              ~Sky
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Short StoryThe first thing I notice when I open the door is his ocean blue eyes swirling in confusion. Well I guess that's what happens when you suddenly slam the door in someone's face. "Sorry about that, there was um a fly, " I attempt to provide a believa...
 
                                               
                                                  