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Bad day. At least, he was about to reach their apartment, and see her again. That was the only thing that had been on his mind.
He opened the door, and the first thing that caught his attention was her humming. Immediately, all the stress that he was carrying over his shoulders were lifted.
“Lenore?”
He found her on the balcony, glazing over. She turned around, and their eyes locked in.
“Listen to this,” she said as she gave him one of her earbuds.
As soon as he put the earbud on, he smiled. An old love song. Their song.