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2021-04-02 01:41:52Celia’s POV
Things are not same anymore. I once told myself they there will be no chance I am going to leave my house and move in with someone else. And god decided otherwise. I am here lying on his chest thinking of what is going to happen to us and what exactly is happening to us. We are clearly not being just physical and now we have a bond by law. I am happy and calm, nothing is bothering me right now. The house rent, the bills, the maintenance and little things that makes you want to escape from the robotic life.
My professional life is not that bad apart from Alex insisting me to take the admission for art school. I am still rejecting the offer. I don't know. Nothing that makes me happy stayed for longer time in my life. If anyone came and ask what are we, I still have no answers. We never confessed that we love each other. Sometimes, it feels like we don't even have to confess. H
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