I sit on the couch counting down the time, my voice a soft murmur one....two....three...i smirk when i hear the door click and unlock, a gust of wind following behind you. Your drenched in water and i frown at your exhuasred face. i walk over and help you with your coat. Love, dont worry i made you dinner and warmed up the house for you i try not to laugh at your soft smile. such a clueless- i stop myself when i notice you hug you and remember my little façade
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