The BreadSCENE OPENS:The Bread by ~annagrin333
[The scene opens on a detective and shop girl making small talk in a bakery. A maid browses the bread on the opposite side of the store.]
MAID
Oh yes, this will do nicely! [Lifts the bread, inspecting it, then places it in the basket on her arm and dashes out of the store]
SHOP GIRL
[Screeching] THEIF! THEIF!
DETECTIVE
[Turning around just in time to see the maid leave] Well, she’s gone. But I can help you file a report if you’d like.
SHOP GIRL
[Indignant] Why don’t you just chase after her?
DETECTIVE
[Pulling out a pencil and notebook] Ma’am, I’m a detective, not a cop. I don’t do that running
Eighteenth Floor BalconyHer breath toys at my cheek and I close my eyes. A smile plays across my lips, as long as she's here, I know everything's alright. A soft mew comes from the door, and I suddenly realize that I hadn't closed it after I first got up this morning.Eighteenth Floor Balcony by ~annagrin333
The early morning light splashes across my face, causing me to open my eyes. When did she open the blinds? Now she's let the world into our little bubble.
A tear slips out from the corner of my eye, but these tears are completely unlike those of last night. This moment is so perfect, as if it'll never end. "Babe?" she whispers, noticing my tears. I glance up at her, "I'm fine. I just - I don't want
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