
“Thanks for everything today,” her voice echoed softly in the room. Moving into a new place and running around getting chores done the entire day, this was the first time I could stop to look at her properly.
There she was, her hair reflecting orange shine from the ceiling lamp, the ends of it draping over her shoulders in gentle curves. Her blouse slid down lazily like its owner as she lounged around on the sofa, revealing more of her milky white skin against the night background.
Did a few seconds pass by, when the only sound that could be heard was the curtain flapping against the window?
“Goodnight,” her slightly deep, mature voice followed soon after.
“…Goodnight…”
My higher pitched reply quivered when I jolted back to my senses and forced a response out of my empty head. Then, taking a sharp breath, I turned and hurried back to my room.
Her first impression was a clumsy, no-good adult who couldn’t do any chores at all, so I figured it would be a tough road ahead with her as a new housemate. But still, it’s been a while since anybody’s said ‘goodnight’ to me. Her words that were still resounding in my head along with the curious pounding of my heart made me think that perhaps, we could see how things would unfold from here.


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