You're My Home / S. Evans (short)

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Tuesday night at 9pm is that last time you would ever expect a knock on your door. You jump at the sound but ignore it, because your immediate thought was that opening the door of your apartment at this time would lead to your demise.

A moment later the person knocks again and you leap forward to your phone and immediately call your boyfriend Sam. He picks up on the fourth ring and laughs softly at your panic. You knew it wasn't malicious but you wished he would panic with you.

"I promise you it will be okay if you open the door." He says.
"But what if it's not, Sam" You reply.
"I will be." He Laughs, "Keep me on the phone if you must."

Your heart races when the person knocks again but you slowly tiptoe towards the door. You open the door slowly and the person on the other side turns around and you grin from ear to ear when you realise it was Sam.

"What are you doing here?" You ask, almost jumping into his arms.
"I'm coming home." He says.
"What do you mean?" You ask, looking at the bags he has with him. "What about New York?"
"(Y/N)," he sighs. "New York was never my home. You're my home."

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