• Annie •
16:30 PM
To: Michael
I'm here, are you not in your apartment?
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16:31 PM
From: Michael
Just come in, the door's not locked.
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16:31 PM
To: Michael
Okay.
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I knocked at his door, walked in and see the messy apartment room of a musician. His guitar was on the couch along with a few sheets of paper. He's probably writing a new song. I asked him where is my CD player and he said by the rack over at the corner.
This corner used to have my drawer full of my things. The memories just come flooding back to me every time I stepped inside this place. I miss it but not really. Everything that happened between us then, will stay between these walls.
I got my CD player and bid him goodbye. He just waved at me as he took a sip of his coffee.
Thanks.
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Red Plaid (M.C)
FanfictionShe sleeps in his red plaids every night, cause it smells like him and it reminds her of him. (1st book of the menswear series)
