Still Children || Eric & Emilia
Pushing the key into the small hole the female placed her fragile hand against the door, creaking it open slowly. It was the middle of the night and memories of her past seemed to flood through her mind, enveloping her in the clear sadness that had haunted her for years. Stepping into the apartment as she closed the door behind her she made sure to close the lock once more before her bare feet pressed against the hard wood.
Shoes, she would never wear shoes when she was like this. Not when she could feel everything pulling at her. Stepping across the floor like a beautiful dancer she made her way through and stopped once she reached the cracked open door of the one Eric Young. Peaking in slightly she noticed the sleeping man, quickly making her way over to his side of the bed where she gently shook him. “E- Eric, are you awake? I’m sorry it’s so late, I just- I can’t sleep.”
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