February 9, 2018.
Surviving on energy drinks for a whole day is not the best experience.
I need to keep monitoring his actions but my supply of drinks is hurriedly decreasing and I need to get back to the orphanage before curfew.
But I guess I don't get the right to complain.
I have a roof over my head.
I have food to eat.
I have clothes to wear.
I... I can't complain.
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"..."
Fuck.
Frustration swelled within her as she tightened her grip on the door handle, almost wrenching it apart in her desperate attempts to open it. But no matter how hard she pulled or tried to break it open, it remained locked, defying her every effort.
"It won't open."
Gasping, she spun around to find him standing there, leaning casually against the wall, wearing that infuriatingly cocky-as-hell smirk on his face. Of all people, he had to be the one witnessing her struggle.
But of course, he did this. Of. Fucking. Course.
"Then it's getting broken."
