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securely locked, and the new alarm system engaged, then hid herself away in her bedroom. Although she wouldn't be able to sleep just yet - especially not now that she knew Matt was back home - there was no need to draw unnecessary attention to herself either.
Leah got into bed and held on to her steaming hot mug with both hands, yet chills kept running down her spine. Why was she so nervous all of a sudden? He was just a guy. Just like all the other guys, who take what they want without for once considering how the other person felt.
Her phone sat beside her, lifeless on the wooden bedside table, practically taunting her. He wouldn't try to get in touch immediately, would he?
Rubbish
! And she wouldn't answer him if he did either.
She put the mug down and brusquely shoved the mobile underneath the pillow beside her.
There was no way, absolutely no way that she would keep on sitting here staring at it, waiting for the buzz of a message. Not now. Not after all that.
Morning came, and Leah felt like she'd barely slept, just sort of drifted in and out of a dreamless half-consciousness that hadn't provided much rest.
Matt was still there, after his late night arrival. She didn't know how she knew, but she could feel his presence nearby.
Despite her struggle to get through the night, she did feel somewhat lighter today, after nearly two weeks of having a dark cloud hang over her.
She'd been wondering what if he came back? What if he wanted to get in touch? He hadn't even sent her a single message. Knowing that he wasn't interested, perhaps could give her some closure and enable her to move on. That had to be it. She was feeling a bit better because she could close off that chapter of her life, not at all because he was back home.
It was still quite early, but there wasn't much of a point staying in bed if she couldn't sleep anyway, so Leah got herself up and into the kitchen, ready to start her day. The forecast had foretold clear weather, and she was hoping to finish work early so that she could catch a few rays sitting on her living room sofa before dusk would inevitably set in at around four-thirty in the afternoon. This time of year, the days were depressingly short, so any sunlight was precious.
While waiting for the kettle to boil, a rustling noise came from the front door, like something being pushed through the letterbox. Six o'clock was way too early for the postman, wasn't it?
She wrapped herself up tighter in her oversized knitted cardigan and left the kitchen to investigate. Indeed there it was, a little parcel on her welcome mat.
Leah picked it up and immediately opened the front door to get a glimpse of whoever had delivered it, but the street just looked dark and empty. A gust of cold wind made its way into the house through the open doorway, so she shut it again almost as quickly.
She weighed the packet in her hand. It was small, about the size of two small juice cartons taped together, but much lighter than that.
Should she open it?
Her heart beat a little faster while deciding on her next move. She didn't like the idea of having a random stranger deliver something through her letterbox. What if there was something dangerous inside? Then again, it hardly weighed much, how bad could it be?
She returned to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of tea first. Nothing good can come from a decision made before the first cup of tea, as her dad used to say.
Once ready, she carried both the parcel and the steamy beverage with her into the living room and put both down onto the coffee table.
As cautious as she wanted to be, there was no way curiosity wouldn't get the better of her eventually. She might as well open the thing right away, rather than torture herself any further.
She peeled away the first layer of brown tape with her fingernail, then quickly unraveled the rest. Underneath, a layer of bubble wrap, and then a sealed cardboard box. If the picture on the front was anything to go by, it was a basic
Leah got into bed and held on to her steaming hot mug with both hands, yet chills kept running down her spine. Why was she so nervous all of a sudden? He was just a guy. Just like all the other guys, who take what they want without for once considering how the other person felt.
Her phone sat beside her, lifeless on the wooden bedside table, practically taunting her. He wouldn't try to get in touch immediately, would he?
Rubbish
! And she wouldn't answer him if he did either.
She put the mug down and brusquely shoved the mobile underneath the pillow beside her.
There was no way, absolutely no way that she would keep on sitting here staring at it, waiting for the buzz of a message. Not now. Not after all that.
Morning came, and Leah felt like she'd barely slept, just sort of drifted in and out of a dreamless half-consciousness that hadn't provided much rest.
Matt was still there, after his late night arrival. She didn't know how she knew, but she could feel his presence nearby.
Despite her struggle to get through the night, she did feel somewhat lighter today, after nearly two weeks of having a dark cloud hang over her.
She'd been wondering what if he came back? What if he wanted to get in touch? He hadn't even sent her a single message. Knowing that he wasn't interested, perhaps could give her some closure and enable her to move on. That had to be it. She was feeling a bit better because she could close off that chapter of her life, not at all because he was back home.
It was still quite early, but there wasn't much of a point staying in bed if she couldn't sleep anyway, so Leah got herself up and into the kitchen, ready to start her day. The forecast had foretold clear weather, and she was hoping to finish work early so that she could catch a few rays sitting on her living room sofa before dusk would inevitably set in at around four-thirty in the afternoon. This time of year, the days were depressingly short, so any sunlight was precious.
While waiting for the kettle to boil, a rustling noise came from the front door, like something being pushed through the letterbox. Six o'clock was way too early for the postman, wasn't it?
She wrapped herself up tighter in her oversized knitted cardigan and left the kitchen to investigate. Indeed there it was, a little parcel on her welcome mat.
Leah picked it up and immediately opened the front door to get a glimpse of whoever had delivered it, but the street just looked dark and empty. A gust of cold wind made its way into the house through the open doorway, so she shut it again almost as quickly.
She weighed the packet in her hand. It was small, about the size of two small juice cartons taped together, but much lighter than that.
Should she open it?
Her heart beat a little faster while deciding on her next move. She didn't like the idea of having a random stranger deliver something through her letterbox. What if there was something dangerous inside? Then again, it hardly weighed much, how bad could it be?
She returned to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of tea first. Nothing good can come from a decision made before the first cup of tea, as her dad used to say.
Once ready, she carried both the parcel and the steamy beverage with her into the living room and put both down onto the coffee table.
As cautious as she wanted to be, there was no way curiosity wouldn't get the better of her eventually. She might as well open the thing right away, rather than torture herself any further.
She peeled away the first layer of brown tape with her fingernail, then quickly unraveled the rest. Underneath, a layer of bubble wrap, and then a sealed cardboard box. If the picture on the front was anything to go by, it was a basic
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