Some writing…

She was standing by the window. The air was coming from outside, ruffling the white silk curtains. The wooden floor creaked every time she moved.
Finally, she closed the window, headed for the exit, took a bronze key from his pants, and left the room. He locked the old cedar door.
She slowly walked down one by one the steps of the stairs to the first floor and she looked at him. He was motionless in the middle of the cold room.
She approached him as if she had expected this moment all her life. He rose from his chair and took her hand. He squeezed it against his chest, and after giving her a warm kiss on the forehead, he directed her towards the front door.
Both left the house that until day had kept them hidden, that until that day it had witnessed their love.

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