Page 38 of August and the Night

He sighs, his expression softening as he looks at me. "I understand."

I peck his cheek again, offering a soothing smile. "It's just for today, August.”

Leaving him with a final peck on the cheek, I turn to head towards the guest room to get dressed.

I hastily don a comfortable sweatpants set and throw on a loose coat to stay warm. My hair is gathered into a messy bun on the crown of my head, not caring much to tame it without someone nagging at me.

With a touch of concealer, a swipe of mascara, a hint of blush to enliven my pale cheeks, and a coat of Chap Stick, I feel ready to face the day. I grab the bag of cash under the guest bed, securing it tightly before putting it on my shoulders.

August is busy on his laptop, so I give him a quick goodbye before stepping out.

As I exit the house, John is waiting, and I can't help but embrace him tightly. I tell him how much I missed him, and he tells me the same. Climbing into the car, we set off for an address that had caught my eye on Facebook the previous night. There was an ad for a cozy apartment there; it spoke to me, and I do not know why. I was incredibly curious to check it out. I knew that it was in a nice and safe neighborhood, and I pray that I will like it.

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Layla

"Hey, John," I begin as we settle into the car, "I'm actually thinking of buying an apartment. That's where we're headed now.”

John turns his gaze towards me, clearly interested. "Oh? Why are you keeping it a secret from August?"

I hesitate for a moment, debating how much to share. "I don't want him to feel pressured to help me with the process of getting one; he's a busy man. And... I kind of feel like he might think it's rushing things. He thinks it's better to move in with him for the time being and think about the apartment later. But I want it really bad."

John nods thoughtfully, absorbing my words. He remains quiet for a while, mulling over my thoughts. His silence intimidates me, and I quickly ask him, “Do you think it’s rushed? Do you think it's better to wait?”

He looks over at me for a moment before turning his attention back towards the road, asking me in a calming tone, “What do you think, Layla?”

I sigh, looking out of the window as the scenery blurs past. "Honestly, I'm not entirely sure. But I've never really had something that's truly mine. I've never owned a place before, and I just want a space where I feel safe, where I can be myself. The house I grew up in never felt like home, and I want to create a place that's entirely mine, a place that I can always go to if things go south. I want there to be a home in my name. I feel like it's an amazing first step into the new life I want to create for myself."

John nods again, his expression softening. "I see where you're coming from now. I think it's a wonderful idea."

I smile, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders as he understands my perspective. "Thank you, John. Your support means a lot."

He grins at me, his eyes warm. "You're finally spreading your wings. I'm proud of you."

A rush of warmth fills my heart at his words. "Thank you, really."

The rest of the drive is filled with a comfortable silence. As we arrive at the address, I gaze out of the car window and feel a sense of tranquility wash over me. The neighborhood has an inviting charm, with well-maintained gardens and a cozy atmosphere that makes me feel right at home.

We approach the building, and the warm welcome from the realtor puts me at ease. With a sense of anticipation, we make our way to the apartment on the third floor by going up the stairs, since the elevator is out of service, but it's getting fixed soon which is a relief. As the realtor unlocks the door, I hold my breath in excitement. The door swings open, revealing the space that could potentially become my haven.

The living room is cozy and inviting, adorned with neutral colors that exude a sense of calmness. A television stands against one wall, and I can already picture myself curled up on the couch, enjoying quiet evenings. Moving through the apartment, the bedroom surprises me with its size. It feels spacious compared to the size of the apartment, and it has a spacious bed, perfect for my insomnia.

But it's the bathroom that truly steals my heart. The sight of a bathtub has me feeling like a child on Christmas morning, and when I notice the jets in the tub, I can't contain my excitement. I let out a delighted squeal, causing John to chuckle beside me.

The kitchen is practical and organized, equipped with everything one would need. A sophisticated dining table adds an elegant touch to the space. As I take in each corner of the apartment, I feel an overwhelming sense of contentment. It might not be the grandest of spaces, but it's exactly what I need – a place that feels like mine.

Turning to John, I can't help but smile. "I think I love it here."

He grins back at me. "It's a charming place, Layla. And seeing how excited you are, I have a feeling it's a perfect fit.”

John turns to me, his brows slightly furrowed. "Would you like to explore a few more apartments before making your final decision?"

I shake my head, a sense of certainty settling within me. "No, John. I know it might not be the most practical decision, but this place... it just feels right. I can imagine making it my own, filling it with things I love. I'm attached to it already."

He nods, understanding my sentiment. Walking over to the realtor, John inquires about the elevator situation, making sure it will be fixed soon. He then delves into the financial details, asking about the cost of the apartment. As he receives the answer, he maintains a composed expression, even though I know he's absorbing every bit of information.

Turning back to me, John raises an eyebrow. "And how would you like to pay for it?"

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