John had known Alex her entire life, he spent a lot of time at her previous places and had gone on several group vacations, but nothing had prepared him. Nothing he could have done, seen, or heard could have possibly prepared him.
The cold, hard reality smacked him across the face like a man challenging another man to a duel with a leather glove. The harsh smack of reality hurt like a boxer’s punch but stung like being whipped by a wet towel. Intense, reverberating; both his mind and body were held in a fog of pain.
Shoes. Everywhere. In every single closet of their new apartment. All of them, all of the closets, how did John learn this lesson? He found multiple pairs of obnoxious, neon heels in his closet, in his bedroom.
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This is good! I’m intrigued 🙂