Chapter 52

I stepped into Sebastian's room, my eyes scanning the space before me. Everything was in its proper place, as always. His bed was neatly made, with pillows fluffed and arranged symmetrically. The curtains were drawn, casting a soft glow across the room, and the carpet was vacuumed to perfection. It was clear that Sebastian was meticulous about the way his space was organized.

The desk in the corner of the room was free of clutter, with only a few pens and a notebook resting on its surface. His bookshelf was arranged alphabetically, with each book aligned perfectly with the others. Even the photos on his dresser were lined up with precision, each one perfectly straight and evenly spaced.

As I continued to examine the room, I couldn't help but marvel at how well-ordered everything was. It was almost as if Sebastian's space was a reflection of his mind, structured and methodical. It was in stark contrast to my own messy room, with clothes strewn about and books piled high.

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