My day started as any day.
I got up, brushed out my hair and brushed my teeth, then I went to have breakfast. I made some toast with honey. I drank some tea, and went to work.
After a few hours, I came back home. I was tired walking up the stairs to the seventh floor where my apartment is, but I thankfully made it.
I fumbled with my bag, trying to find my key. "Got it!" I held it up like some sort of trophy. I put the key in to the lock and turned it. Click. The door was open.
I opened the door, looking at my apartment. I closed the door behind me. I quickly got out my phone to check the time. It was eleven past two, and I was hungry. I also noticed that my phone was at thirty-one percent.
I looked in the kitchen, not remembering whether I left it tidy or messy. Nope, it was okay, with two cups of tea.
I went to my computer, turned it on and typed in the password. I also put the phone to charge. Thirty-five percent now.
I just realized something. I whipped my head around, looking at the two cups of tea again in the kitchen.
I slowly walked up to them. On one of the cups there was a note. "See you soon."
I smiled. I thought that my boyfriend, Brandon, had come in and made these cups and left.
My body stiffened. Brandon has work during two PM. The cups are steaming hot.
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