I’ve been dating a girl for 6 months. She was at my place, but for some reason she never invited me to hers. Then I found out where she lived and showed up at her place.
I wish I hadn’t! She’s got this tiny blue cottage squished between two run-down apartment buildings, barely visible from the street. I stood on the sidewalk for a second, trying to process what I was looking at.
I mean, she always dressed well. Her hair done, nails perfect. She didn’t look like someone living in a place with duct tape on the windows.
I knocked, half expecting her not to answer. But after a minute, she opened the door—eyes wide, face pale like she’d seen a ghost. “Did something happen?” she asked, blocking the doorway with her body.
“I just… wanted to surprise you,” I said, suddenly unsure if that had been the right move. “You never invited me here. I got curious.”
She didn’t speak right away.
Just let out a slow breath and stepped aside. “Come in. But don’t judge.”
Inside was clean, but everything was old.
Not vintage, not cute. Just tired. The floor creaked, the walls were yellowing, and the place smelled faintly like bleach and mothballs.
A pot of rice bubbled quietly on the stove. Her cat darted under the couch. I looked at her, really looked.
There were bags under her eyes I hadn’t noticed before. Her smile felt thinner. “You live here alone?” I asked.
She said it like it was a confession. I didn’t know what to say. She never mentioned a dad.
Never hinted at anything close to this kind of life. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?” I asked. She stared at the floor.
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