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Click.
As I stood beside the door, leaning against the wall, the door softly clicked open, making me glance at it.
Christina walked out, closing the door behind her.
She halted, looking at me, before gesturing for me to follow her.
I walked beside her silently before she asked in a soft voice, "...Were you listening?"
"..I didn't mean t—"
"Stop lying." She interrupted, glaring at me. "..What were you doing close to the door then?"
"...You know," I mumbled, looking at her as we walked through the hallway, "...Your father isn't wrong."
"About what?" She asked, not particularly interested in what I was saying.
"...About not getting a second chance. Sometimes things don't work out," I replied, making her halt and turn around, her eyes fixed on me.
She walked closer towards me, her cherry-like fragrance engulfing me.
"Close your eyes," she instructed, her face inches away from me.
