Both her hands were clasped tightly while she followed his steps, coming inside the place she now loathed. Deeper breaths and a chilly atmosphere welcomed her limped body onwards. The same wall colors, furniture arrangement, and living room setup. She was home. But she feels like she is being strangled by suffocation. Eve reminded herself that she had returned to the place she once called home because of Damien. "We're here; better pull yourself up and greet them nicely. After all, they're your parents," he said. He was heartless, perhaps a devil in disguise. She could merely remember the last time he was good to her. Was he even good at her in the first place? She scoffed. He planned it already, yet he acted like the victim. Poor Eve. Could only see her life ruined by him.
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