Part two.

Part two.

It wasn't like he did not care. He cared about people. He wasn't very sensitive whatsoever, but he wasn't insensitive either. And, he always bore a soft spot for emotions as intense as hers were but he knew well enough to entangle in that type of relationship she wanted. Physical. Sexual. Above all— ownership. Yet, he knew her obsession with him was quite preposterous and wrong. Morally wrong. Furthermore, she not only wanted a physical relationship but a fully committed one at that, which he could not give her. Ever.

It was someone else's place from the moment they met for the first time since the beginning. Decades ago, she was close to his heart.

Who had made his life preferable by just being in it?

His little bird.

Taking out his Aluminium Gold Treasurer, he lit it before puffing out the smoke through his nose.

His obsidian eyes met with the darkest sea green of colours. Her eyes were as warm as an unstrung summer. Face as white as any white porcelain doll. Beautif