“It was my first time ….”
New house, new feels, new smells, new vibes, but still alone.
I was lying on my old bed when the time was reaching midnight, until the steps sound by someone’s footwear made some slight noises that came from parlor’s direction. Fortunately, there was nothing bad happened; lamps were still turning off, and all of the furnitures stood like the last time I saw them before.
But something robust grabbed my feet as I was started heading to the kitchen center for bringing back my weapon.
It was my first time slicing the culprit’s vein who wanted to stole my spoils.
- Excuse my bad grammar. Heu.
- Thanks for reading.