*I wander my eyes around, all I see is luxury. There's a large chandelier above, and as I walk inside the living room. My jaw dropped in awe when I see a large window. You can see the whole city above here.*
Emma
Your house is beautiful, this view is... amazing...
Carl
It's a penthouse, darling... And it's not my house
Carl
It's our house.
*He walks toward me, while I face at the large window, he then stops a meter behind me.*
Carl
You should rest, it's quite late...
[In the bedroom]
*I'm putting my pajama on when I heard a knock on the door.*
Emma
Y-yes?...
Carl
Can I come in?
Emma
Oh, uhm... Wait a second.
After putting my pajama on, I opened the door, letting Carl inside.
He sat at the edge of the bed.
Emma
*stares* ... Are we gonna sleep together?
*He looks at me and blinks for a moment, he then smiles.*
Carl
Why? You're mine.
That innocent smile, I couldn't describe what I felt, and I just looked away quickly.
Emma
It's just— I still see you as a stranger...
*His smile fades as he stood up from the bed, and walks towards the door. I felt a guilty, I couldn't even remember my own fiancé.*
He stopped outside the door and looks back at me with a warm smile.
Carl
Don't feel guilty, darling... It's not your fault, hm?
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