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The Candle


The Girl
I lit the candle. It was still dark. I couldn't see except for a few feet ahead. I hated the dark, I feared it. I had this creepy feeling I was being watched. I reached the fuse box and turned on the light. My phone was out of charge. I really felt like I wasn't alone at home. 

 I went back to my room, put my phone on charge and got into the shower. The warm water was very soothing to my frazzled nerves. Bed time. Finally, I could sleep and the night would be over. I had a few texts from this guy I was seeing. Cute boy, fun boy. I think I could fall in love with him. I felt safe somehow as  I texted him. But it had been a long day and I decided to sleep. His msg read "I can come over. We can chat, maybe watch a movie." I laughed. He was sweet and him being here would make me feel protected, but I was too tired. "Come on. I am nearby i can be there soon." I send a goodnight text and turned off the internet and the lights. And I slept.

The lover

 I watched as she lit the candle. Edging away from the light. It was easy turning the main switch off. she was so pretty, one of the prettiest girls I had ever seen. We had hit it off pretty well too. But she had stopped replying.

  I watched as she went to her room without turning back, which was lucky for me as I had no place to hide. I heard her shower turn on, and i crept into her room. Her blanket smelled so nice. Like warmth and of home. I think I'm in love. I hear the shower turn off and slowly crept out of the room. I wanted her to see me, I messaged her a few flirty texts. She turned them down with a msg of "it's been a long day" I feel disappointed and ask if she can meet me. "Sorry, not now I'm really tired" I feel frustrated. I wanted to see her! I messaged her again "Sorry. I swear tomorrow. Goodnight sweetheart" Sweetheart! I see the lights go off, I wait a few minutes. Then, I enter her room and just watch her sleep.

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