She walked past the house with the red door every day, and imagined the life being lived behind it.
A bakery making nothing but strawberry pies by a rosy-cheeked woman. A secret facility for testing stolen blood samples. A house with a tree growing through the middle with apples like rubies.
The woman in the house with the red door watched the girl with the jet black hair walk past every day. She imagined she was a shapeshifting raven. A vampire that could tolerate sunlight. A ghost only she could see.
They locked eyes through the window and smiled.
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