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The empty room…



You don’t have to talk…

Of course, he didn’t. Replying would have requested being there in the first place.

She was aware of that, but she could feel his presence all the same. His laughter still lingered in the air, and the searing feeling of his lips on her ivory skin was as real as the cigarette burns on the worn out sofa…

Even against his will, he was cursed to never leave this room totally. She had locked the best part of him with her.

Funny, she said aloud, how you always blamed me for offering you exactly what you desired…



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