i lean against the railing outside your apartment, not caring of the rain soaking through my clothes or trailing down my windswept skin, cooled by the night. my eyes stare coldly, emotionlessly over you as you approach me, your cold hands fumbling inside your bag for your keys, not yet noticing me. Looking for these? i hold up your keys, a smirk playing on my lips as i see the shock on your pale face
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