Keith Loyd G. Rivera ABMMA                                                               English 201 

                                        She found love where it wasn't supposed to her
           12:48 am and it's outside the narrowed street of Keatings. Post lights are barely functioning but it's not very hard for you to notice Claire Stacy passing through the dimmed road with her Chevy car's lights on high mode. Claire lives accross Keatings. She owns an apartment that seems like no ones living with its facade that has no trace of any lights, windows and doors all locked up. 

           12:56 am. Claire's two blocks away from her apartment where she suddenly had a very unusual feeling. A sense she never had before. Thinking for seconds that it was just some drowsiness. Engine and lights are off. Making her way up to her apartment. Seeing a little amount of light ouside the window. As she finally got inside, she hearbumping bottles that startled her, grabbing a vase with both hands on it.  Tip-toe heading to the kitchen knowing that someone crashed her apartment in. She found a guy right in front of the fridge but it was all silhouette. She directly cracked the vase unto the guy leaving him unconscious . The day after, she clearly saw the guy's face. She was stunned even mesmerized of how the guy looks. Not even bothered that she might get harm if he will be awake. Claire checked his stuffs finding out he's name is Connor Walsh but he doesn't seem suspicious to Claire at all. In fact, she thought he could be the guy. The man of her dreams. Claire was never been into someone's affection before but what's in front of her suddenly changes everything. Something she was never expecting and imagine of could happen. Even realize that she found love where it wasn't supposed to her. Claire wasn't thinking clearly that she might lose her mind. But it gives her a sense. Connor could be a dangerous guy, a thief or a murderer, who knows? Claire will eventually find out. 

                  

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