the interviews, the presentations, the practices. everything was slowly consuming him. the idea of returning home becoming distant. but oh! he's alredy back!

he let out a long sigh after closing the door behind him, although that was her apartment, he already had access to it as if it were his too, an experiment in coexistence for when the time comes to move in together. he took off my shoes, feeling my aching feet burn against the coolness of the floor, each step a torment, but he needed to find her.

it was not difficult for him to know where she was, he could hear the slow and gentle melody of a song from the candlelit room, a delicate angel voice humming filling the room. he finally stopped in the doorway to look at her, she was kneeling on his bed wearing a large shirt that he knew was his, with a hand mirror in her hands while he apply her balm on her already sweet lips. her fine hair tied in a cute, high side ponytail, with the strands of bangs falling down the sides of her face.