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The sky had now turned dark, sun no where to be seen. The street felt less empty now as the two of you stride through it. A couple of lamppost had lit up, shining its light around the dark neighborhood.
I feel a lump forming in my throat as I follow him from behind, fixing the weight of my bag. We’ve been walking for five minutes now and the atmosphere’s so thick.
I flutter my eyes to stare at his back, taking note of the muscles moving beneath his shirt. The thick fabric isn’t doing a good job concealing it. What I had missed to think a
