She had always adored her house.
It wasn't as big as the people of the south, but it wasn't as small as the north side shags.
It was perfect.
The ivory brick matched perfectly with freshly cultivated garden which consisted of white roses and lavender.
Her mother and father were absent. So she spent most nights alone watching The Twilight Zone.
Her brother was out most nights filling his body with gunk and substance. But he was nineteen and he had friends and life. She could only wish to have the sort of life.
She sat down on the soft linen cushions of her petite couch flipping through limited channels.
Re-runs on everything.
Now she was immensely bored.
Maybe she should've stayed home that night.
But of course, her mind wandered, and curiosity took front. She decided to go out. Even if it was just for a little bit.
Grabbing her jacket, she couldn't help but pay attention to the twisty feeling in her stomach.
She ignored it, tying her laces to her snow boots.
She locked the door behind her, taking a deep breath.
What was this lingering feeling in her stomach?
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RomanceAurora- The dawn in the early morning A story of how two people from different sides learn to love each other in foreign ways. Also, a coming of age story for both characters as both of them experience situations that influence themselves. TW SENSI...
