He stepped into his apartment to a dimmed-lighted surrounding.
His usual lighting from lamps and ceiling lights had been replaced by candles. Hundreds of them.
He hung up his coat to find a note posted on the hanger:
"If these hurt your eyes. Just blow them out. I don't mind. Whatever makes out happy"
He smiled to himself when he read the note. She has done so much for him. Just to make him feel better.
When he was shot in the leg, she was by his hospital bed until he was released.
And she always visited him at his apartment when she was off or out of class. That's when they finally expressed their feelings for each other.
The next chapter will be all past based. So it will be in italics.
Just to let you know. This was suppose to be a one/two shot. But my creativity got the best of me and now it's becoming a proper story.
Hehe.
