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
me I was born; the version of myself, and mom always adores it
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