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You'll never know these tears I've cried, that I'm sleeping on your side. And are you thinking of me? I don't, I don't know.
— You'll Never Know, Lawson
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EVERYTHING IS SO DARK. I can’t see anything.
This blindfold has been in my eyes for hours now. I have no idea what Earl is up to. He said he wanted to surprise me; I have to put on a blindfold for the thrill. I’m not really fond of surprises, but lately he has been bombarding me with it. And admittedly, all his surprises are good things, so I kind of grew fond of it now.
As the engine halts, I expel a beleaguered sigh. "Are we there yet?" I ask.
"Yeah," he confirms, "By the way, don't remove the blindfold yet." He instructs.
"Alright."
I could hear the sound of the driver's side door open. I assume that he already got out of the car.
I feel his outstretched hand on mine; I accept and hold it as he offers his assistance. He guides me toward who-knows-where. After walking three meters, we finally stopped. "You can take it off now," he says permissively.
I hastily remove the blindfold. My mouth went agape as my eyes widen. Am I dreaming? It’s all so surreal.
Right in front of me is a two-storey house with an imperial design. I didn't realize that my eyes are brimming with tears.
"W-What's this?" I inquire despite knowing the answer; I want to hear an affirmation from him. I want a proof that this isn’t an illusion or a dream.
"Our house."
Our.
I love how it sounds. The happiness that's dwelling within my chest is immeasurable. "You really like making me cry—" I sniff, smacking his chest jokingly, "—out of joy."
He encloses me into a tight embrace; a faint chuckle slips past his lips. "The only time I want to see you cry is when I'm making you happy," he whispers, planting a chaste kiss on my forehead.
The entire place is fully furnished. The house has four bedrooms; one master bedroom and three sub-rooms. Each room has their own respective washrooms. The interior design is contemporary, with a mixture of vintage.
He tours me around the place.
"Isn't this house too big for us?"
"I wanted to build a big family," he answers softly.
That statement tugs my heartstrings. I’m certain that we’ll definitely have a future together.
When we got inside the master bedroom, I nearly laughed my ass off. Everything around is decorated with Totoro. The floor mats, the color scheme of the walls, the pillows, and lastly the headboard of the king-sized bed.
My laughter reverberates through the vicinity. This is so amusing.
He scowls quizzically "What are you laughing about?" he asks as if draping the place with Totoro is a normal thing for married couples.
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