#chevrefeuillex

          I WILL WRITE ABOUT THE FOLLOWING,                           LEAVE ONE IN MY ASK BOX.

"What happened to you?" The dancer tilted his head and raised a brow, confused with how the other looked. “Is there anything I can help you with or.. Will you manage on your own?”

it was around 2am. pretty late for other people, the perfect time to be awake for amalie and tamara. the two were crouching in front of the window in amalie’s room, peeking from the sill, eyes focused on an illuminated window on the building opposite of the younger’s own house. a dark silhouette kept walking from one side to the other, looking quite suspicious, as if bending over slightly to drag something around. from time to time, the shadow stopped, looking as if it was staring outside, staring at them. and every time that seemed to happen, the two girls dropped to the ground, hiding for a while before going back to investigate the strange person.

❝i’ve heard he becomes more active in the dark.❞, amalie had whispered at one point. which was stupid, he couldn’t possibly hear them, they were too far away, separated by two thick walls. ❝he probably has something to hide.❞, tamara stated, eyes squinted. she then looked at her best friend, heaving a deep sigh. ❝we should stick to this case. what if he is a murderer? we cannot let him get away with this.❞ and that’s when the older female got up from the floor to stretch and reach for her coat that was lying across the other’s bed. ❝your parents are asleep, right? let’s go get more information.❞

〔❁☯〕 ━   Brows knit together as if thinking about all the things the stranger could be doing in his pretty house; murder, torture, maybe he even kidnapped people. Slowly her cheeks inflate, air being let out in a silent sigh, trying to recall the first time she had seen him do weird stuff in the darkness of his own four walls, where no one could see him - or so he must have thought. By now he probably already had noticed that he had two girls watching him, sometimes it seemed as if he stared right at them, even if he shouldn't see either of them due to the fact they had turned off the lights in order to watch him like real professionals. Amalie's head is turning slowly to face her friend, starting to tap her lower lip with her index finger. Tap, tap, tap.

❝ He moved in almost three weeks ago, weird happenings started around a week after he moved in. Where do we get the information we need? We don't even know his name. Yet. One of us should stay here and keep an eye out on him while the other checks his name sign so we have something to work with. I wonder why he never comes out during the day, maybe he's scared of being seen? ❞ Eyebrow raising with a slight grin on her lips. She feels like a police officer at the moment, or someone working for the FBI, a spy, even.

dear lappen, aka tamara, aka the most beautiful friend I have,