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Clank!
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My eyes shot open and I look at the time on my wristwatch on my bedside table.
It was 12.30 in the morning.
Clank!
I sit straight and rub my eyes. I walk towards my closet and take out a stole and drape it around my body before I walked towards the balcony.
I saw him standing down, looking at me with a straight face. It wasn't his usual expression, it was very different, I couldn't read it. He was wearing a sweatshirt and pants, his muscles stretching the material of his shirt.
"I've made some decision," I say, looking at my hands and avoid his gaze.
"I know." He replied, almost immediately. My head jerks towards him and I try to break and read his expression but still I wasn't able to. He was like a completely different person.
Was he always like that or did he fake it? People here sure were good at doing it.
