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How she’d ended up there wasn’t entirely clear, after the epidose in the bar she’d just ran out into the streets and started walking away. She’d stopped a couple of times to catch her breath, the high heels making it quite difficult to keep running, the tears blinding her vision and the smeared makeup staining her hands every time she tried to wipe them away. Feeling a bit nauseous as she looked under the carpet for the spare key, Ophelia helped herself up again struggling a bit to unlock the door. Once inside she made sure to close the door as quietly as possible and make her way to the bedroom without bumping into any piece of furniture, no matter how drunk she was. The blonde went around the bed, getting rid of her heels and climbing onto the bed, rolling so her back would be resting against his. A heavy sigh and sniffing, Ophelia closed her eyes to try and sleep it all away.
Calling it an early night after a long day on the job, Landon had been asleep for hours. He was sound asleep that the door opening to his apartment served as no alarm to awaken him. It wasn’t until the bed shifted and he felt a weight against his back fall against him that he stirred. Once aware there was someone with him, he jumped out of the bed reaching for his gun in the nightstand as he turned on the lamp light. “What the fuck? Ophelia?” Confusion rang in his voice as he recognized what he thought was an intruder. “What are you doing h-” It was only after he started the question that Landon was able to see the state she was in. A slightly disheveled look with tear stained eyes left the girl in a way he had never seen her before. “Are you alright?”
