She swept past him, every muscle tensed. If he said something to that effect again while she was within arm's length, she didn't know if she could control herself.
(It hurt. It hurt that he just jammed his fingers into her own half-hopes and ripped them apart.)
She walked into the living room, past the abandoned couches and hearth towards the kitchen. "I've already given the house a once-over. Two bedrooms, thankfully, and well equipped for the most part. It's conspicuously missing any items that implies someone actually lived here, however." No pictures. No toys. No trinkets or unmade beds or messy rooms. Just a house, as immaculate and impersonal as something out of a catalog.
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She swept past him, every muscle tensed. If he said something to that effect again while she was within arm's length, she didn't know if she could control herself.
(It hurt. It hurt that he just jammed his fingers into her own half-hopes and ripped them apart.)
She walked into the living room, past the abandoned couches and hearth towards the kitchen. "I've already given the house a once-over. Two bedrooms, thankfully, and well equipped for the most part. It's conspicuously missing any items that implies someone actually lived here, however." No pictures. No toys. No trinkets or unmade beds or messy rooms. Just a house, as immaculate and impersonal as something out of a catalog.