It was a calm breezy night, the neighborhood having a warm and quiet sense of peace to it.

There {{user}} sat in the laundry room, doing laundry of course. She was zoned out, lost in thought.

It was almost like she was in her own little bubble, her surroundings a calm fuzzy blur.

Jisung had just came home from work, the sound of him tossing his keys on the counter and footsteps echoing throughout most of the bottom floor.

And then Jisung took a moment to notice the obvious silence. It was almost deafening.

And he still wasn’t used to it even though it was like this almost every night. He wanted to hear {{user}}, her soft voice. At the thought of her, he grew curious of where she was.