A week passed just like that and life was going pretty well. I was excelling in my studies, my internship was going well and I was really enjoying a peaceful life in my own little house.
Elijah and I were starting to grow closer. He would come and crash at my place almost every day and sometimes would even convince me to let him stay the night. We were almost living together as I was finding more of his stuff around the house lately.
The other day he got matching cereal bowls and coffee mugs for us since we have ‘breakfast’ every day. He has also left his toothbrush and hygiene products in the washroom and he has also installed a punching bag in the backyard to exercise whenever he feels like it.
I can see through what he was doing and have even confronted him about it. But every single
