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It leads only to your door

 


They were together, they couldn't once imagine that they may split at a point

And as they just walked into that abandoned house to have some kind of thrills whereas they eat the noodles they chose the only room that still has lights on

They dragged a chair closer to the wooden table, stayed beside each other 

Started chewing the meal and their heart beats are racing due to the argument they had... they both went silent right after it happened

They barely couldn't muffle the rage despite the love they carry, and the reason behind this massive rage was 

 a car accident and they survived hence they tried to collect theirselves back and eat something nearby to cool down and think better

The man whose booth is nearby sold them freshly made noodles and smirked at their faces while trying to call the emergency 

Saying "it's often a couple fight"

No injuries caused, except when they both inserted a dagger into each other's bodies, likewise were the words uttered, perfectly represented themselves...

Each one blames the other 

They both challenged their own guts either to let them go inside the house or stay outside in the rains eating hot noodles and their hearts are eaten by fires

They both went to the house and yet eating together, 

But the lady decides to leave behind and explore the place more and more

It wasn't the best place to have connection around even the booth owner struggles to find any

But sooner or later they will survive there's no other option...

He finished his meal and tried to contact the insurance company but the connection was so weak until his phone battery died 

He was neglecting the fact that he's worried about his wife going alone in this house by dialing a number on his phone 

But that doesn't change a thing...

He started to look for her

A door and another, she started to feel scared especially when the phone torch stopped working all of sudden

Maybe it's the car crash, made the phone break partially therefore losing some functions 

Her pride was still holding her back from calling out his name 

She tried to go back and find him... 

She found dead bodies, bullies, policeman, flasks, cigarettes and syringes 

She found a lot to make her world darker ... she needed a moment of silence to be her lighthouse, her oil lamp, she needed a moment to clear all these dark thoughts and find a way out 

She decided to run, and having guts wasn't at the moment they both ran into the place, it's the moment they both decided to run towards each other...

And once she calls his name she finds him hitting against her body, gasping and sweating 

Grabbing her wrestle and hugging her tightly 

Only this time she could tell him "I checked a lot of doors and they all led me to you"

They both apologized for such inconvenient misunderstanding and they tried to find the way out together...

They followed the booth owner's voice announcing that the support has arrived and they need them out

Carefully they went outside the building checking the ambient lights and holding their hands even stronger than they used to do...


This moment of silence they had was their both salvation, and only "they" is the key word


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