Aspiration

Prologue

The front door to a white house with a navy blue ceiling opened. Two beautiful people, one eagerly and one unhurriedly, stepped through the doorstep.

"Wow! We'll be living here?" a cheerful and cute girl exclaimed. As she looked around, she sniffed a little. "It smells fresh! Wonder how we'll decorate it..."

"Yeah, yeah, but you're too short. You'll have to let me paint the walls and hang pictures." This time, a manly and mature voice spoke.

The cute voice belongs to a fine lady named Trish Lee. She shifted awkwardly, not knowing what to say next. The other guy, her husband, Paul, just stood at the door, staring at the back of Trish's head, most likely admiring her long, wavy, and silky brunette hair.

"Oh! I know what to do! Dear, let's get the couch from the moving van!" Trish asserted.

They moved into this small, two-bedroom house from their apartment after they had graduated college. They were dating during college, and Paul proposed to Trish at the beginning of their senior year.

The two headed out the door again to get their couch. As they carried it to the door, Trish bumped her head on the corner of the outer garage wall. Paul seemingly couldn't help but chuckle a little.

Trish is a little clumsy, so they took forever to get the couch to the living room. Still, they made it! After they set the couch down, they both stood tall and put their hands on their hips in satisfaction.

"Finally, our first piece of furniture has been placed," Paul sighed.

"Yep! I'm so happy!" Trish replied.

"Y'know, Trish, you're, like, super cute."

"Wha? That was pretty random."

"I just wanna take a break right now," Paul stated.

Paul puts his hands on Trish's face and kisses her gently. He probably felt her cheeks burn. After that, he pulled her into a tight hug and whispered behind her ear.

"I love you. Always know that," Paul muttered.

With that, he let go of her face. She swiftly turned around and started internally screaming.

What was that just now?! she thought.

"Now then, when will we get a bed? The other room will be a guest room, or..." Paul smirked at Trish when she turned back around at him again.

"Wait! I, I love you too, you know..." Trish affirmed timidly. Paul just smiled back at her.

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Trish, you are so infuriating! I swear I will kill you someday, a sassy lady thought.

This lady is named Kyla Taylor, a blonde chick. She has a rich-girl demeanor, but she is actually a shut-in, always stalking Trish's online profiles and finding hidden data in her small, one-room apartment. She is obsessed with Trish, but not in that way.

Her apartment was always dark, with a laptop and a TV on twenty-four-seven. There were empty beer cans all over and trash bags near the door.

Kyla would go out sometimes. She would make herself look wealthy and stable, but she only touches grass to buy more beer and some takeout.

Even though she doesn't seem like it, she is intelligent and well-informed. Don't underestimate her.

She is not just a regular online stalker. She and Trish were close friends in high school. Trish accidentally destroyed her status in school, alienating everyone Kyla has ever loved away from her.

"Oh! Let's see. Ooh. Heh, I gotcha this time, Trish..."