Rose
Caleb
I look through my memories again but find nothing that connects me and him.
Fuck, I should've known he was peeking at me for a reason.
He seemed a little unstable yesterday when he discovers who I was...what the hell? Maybe...
No. That's impossible.
I sit in the kitchen, mixing my black tea, tapping my foot against the table leg.
When I first came in here, I thought it was cute. Baby blue walls, a black dining table with white chairs around it, and a small kitchen with barely anything that caught my eye.
Except for the fridge.
It was a magnificent castle, shiny, metallic gray, with a ice dispenser that just stole my heart.
Of course, I immediately ran to it and threw the door open but I was sadly disappointed.
All it had in it was some old coffee and some butter.
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