#aaronjohnson

(part 1)

The door sounded. I went to see who it was. It's too late for a surprise visit. Who could it be? Or what happened for someone to come see me now?

— Yes, hello, how can I help–... you?

And in front of me, one of them considered them the love of my life. 11:30 pm, in the dark and he was here.

— I thought I told you not to come see more. Please go right-...

— Please... I need you - Hearing him say to the sound of what seemed like a bad storm.- I really need you.

11:30 at night, and everything was going to be a disaster. I was watching him with a cold gesture.

— Please - Don't change the gesture. Meanwhile he closed his eyes and I heard him say.- At least for tonight, I promise not to bother you again after this.

Liar.

His face of despair, the anguish in his eyes, the trembling of his body. As much as I didn't want him, I had to let him in. I stepped aside and shook my head to the side as a gesture for him to go inside.

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, I knew I was going to regret it later.

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