Because you're a cute thief!

I find Seven lying in bed, a laptop on his lap, drinking herbal tea.

Just seeing him, still breathing overwhelms me with relief. I was scared I might not find him seated like that. I was scared I'd find him lying on the bed, lifeless.

I dread the day that will happen to me...

He's probably engrossed in writing. That's all he does these days. Writing and writing and writing... I'm the one who does most of the cooking these days even though he jokes how terrible of a cook I am. I even do his laundry, clean up his house since we're always chilling at his house. It's like I moved in here just that there's a lot of my stuff in my house. But I sleep here. I cook here. I eat here. I spend most of my time here. I spend most of the time with Seven...

Because...

Because I don't know when it's going to be the last day...

The last day I look into those beautiful smiling eyes...

"Seven?" I call out standing at the door and he looks up at me.

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