( ❛ SAMARTH )
@eternvldreams
there was no way that she was going to make back home alive. the hot yoga class that she was coming home from was too much. who’s idea was it in the first place to make the only class for that day so late? beads of sweat were still forming on her forehead as she briskly walked back home to her apartment complex. her thighs were burning and all she wanted to do was get into her bathtub. ‘ dammit, stupid fucking yoga. who’s brilliant idea was it to hike up the temperature while doing doing this shit, hm? ’ she continued on cursing to herself as she walked up the steps, moving quickly through the lobby. but lo and behold, a sign was plastered onto the elevators. ‘ i live on the fucking fourth floor. why the hell does this even happen? ’ she was honestly so tired that she began to drag her legs towards the stairwell. as she climbed up the steps, it felt like her lungs were about to give in. it was definitely from her ignoring her new year’s resolution. carter finally made it up to her floor and slammed the door a little. her eyes were so focused on the door that she hadn’t noticed the male on the floor until she heard rustling towards that area. ‘ who the...? ’ it was late, and why was he just on the floor. she knew that she shouldn’t just go up to him and ask what his deal was. he could literally just be some ex grovelling or possibly even worse than that. she stood there, wondering why he was just laying on the floor. ‘ uh, hello, excuse me? i live next door? ’ she called out to him. ‘ why are you just on the floor like that, bro? like shouldn’t you be home and not laying on the floor? ’ her feet were planted into the floor, she wasn’t going to move and inch. her door was already unlocked just in case something shady happens.









