Dating Partner

he door; she turn her head back to fill in the brush she use w

sh with the reddish color of paint and began doin

ome designing, and you want to start with our apartment!" I t

n again brought out another brush, after moving over to the other paint bucket, “Help me

ly," I drop the paint brush on the ground; I went ahead, already facing the door, I

; is it magic?" I sp

t the gate and from there, I saw strange makings at the door. That's! I say

ewolves or anything supernatural to come Into an apart

it only works

oth walk inside

rom getting in, without being invited,” Mom says, she later asks me to tak

t in; I drop the

ff a photo we covered years ago; Dad's photo to

dn’t even attend Dad's burial ceremony, that's why mom carried the

ime I was born; the version of myself, and mom always adores i

a clue or something, but at the end noth

not quite get to meet her, even my grandfather, but I only

ee Dad smiling with his friend, th

he was Dad's best friend. When I walk back into the apart