ELION'S POV
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The list of problems have tripled, and there seems to be only one thing left to do.
"Bex," I call out as I walk down the hallway to our room. Upon entering, Bexley is giggling, the phone pressed to her ear. She holds up a manicured finger, silently demanding silence and to wait. I stare at her finger,the way she smiles beautifully and lean against the door frame, waiting for her to finish, but what I didn't know is that it was going to take about half a hour for her to stop babbling with her friend.
She puts down the phone, her eyes glossy with how happy she is, her skin glowing like no other, and all the while I've been glancing at the modern furniture she put in, and it somehow already feels right. This is exactly where she was supposed to be, and I wish I saw it soon
