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Just A One Night Stand

Just A One Night Stand

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Romance
I opened my eyes but closed it again because of the direct sunlight to my face. I sat up from the bed, slowly opened my eyes, inspecting the surroundings. The room was the exact opposite of the bedroom in my apartment. This room is covered in black and white. Everything was perfectly in place and over all its clean. ...As I thought.. There was a mens boxer..and my UNDERWEAR! Why is it there?Why am I here? Sh*t! What the hell happened last night? I look down and saw myslelf naked, suddenly events from last night blurred my vision. My thoughts were interrupted by a loud groan. Looking at my side, a handsome guy was looking at me with breathe taking green eyes "U-hh, Good Morning?" He asked, unsure of what he was saying "Oh my, I'm so sorry, let's just forget what happened last night" i stood up and quickly composed myself not giving him a chance to talk I said "i truly am sorry" Making my way down stairs, I said Shit what have I done?
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No one stopped to look. No one glanced in the alley I cried in. I was tired of this place, so tired of the endless days that stretched out before me. The emptiness in my heart was eating me alive, with no end in sight. My own darkness was swallowing me whole and leaving nothing alive. The tears froze on my bright red cheeks. I was tired of feeling so broken, but most of all I was tired of being so alone. I pulled out the cold heavy weapon from my coat and stared at it. "If someone would look this way," I thought, "If someone would just glance at me and see my pain. I won't do it." There was a man standing in front of me. After he removed the single bullet from my pistol, he handed it back to me, and left. I followed the man at a distance back to his apartment. He knew that I had followed him and waited at the door to let me in. For reasons I cannot explain I entered his tiny apartment. I fell asleep at the table playing with the bullet and woke up to my alarm the following morning. There was a pillow beneath my head, a blanket over my shoulders, and a note that read: "Dear Stranger..."

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