“But where are we going really?” I just asked because I didn’t want to say anything wrong again.
“Condo.”
“What?!”
He looked at me sharply again as I almost shouted at his face after hearing his answer.
“W-Why?”
“Privacy.”
“O-Okay,” oh god this is going to be a tough day.
After a few minutes, I spotted the all familiar building. Of course, I remember his condo. I lived there. It’s where we have our dates most of the times, it’s where our love blossomed. And of course, it’s where we had our first…… you know. Don’t make me say it!
When he opened the door of the condo, memories immediately flooded my mind. But after a second realization, pain followed to attack my heart. It’s the same condo for sure, it’s the same building and it’s the same floor. But the int
