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A walk in the city
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RyanThis is a bad idea.I knew it from the moment I smelled her perfume and refused to look at her. Smelling her was already enough for me for my body to start its stupid reaction to her.I don’t like the feeling I got in my guts when I noticed her puffy eyes, knowing I caused her that pain and I hate the way her eyes drops whenever I hit her with a cold ‘monosyllabic’ response but I can’t do anything about it because the thought of her actions two years ago is still fresh in my mind.The question; how could she not say anything? keeps popping in my head, with a fresh wave of anger.But how can you be angry at someone and still be madly in love with her?She steps in front of me, stopping me from opening the door to the building for her and I don’t know if it’s a deliberate move or a nonchalant one but I have no choice but to take in the full view of her body in that outfit as we walk into the fancy hall.Holy hell?Her dress is long and black, simple at first glance but clinging to
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TiaraThe humid smell of mud first hits me.For a second I am led to believe that I am in a very, very dark room. A dark room with no windows and no doors and just the right amount of oxygen.But as my eyes adjust – or in this context – fail to adjust to anything in my line of view, I realize that there is a thick material around my face that covers the entirety of my eyes. It could be sunny out there for all I know.My brain is a mush of uncontrolled thoughts and deafening buzzes and the headache just above my right eye is throbbing in a way that would make the doctors fret. If the doctors saw me now.What the fuck?What happened?The last thing I remember . . .I was in the beach house. Then I went to the beach for a stroll.No, I had gone to take my jacket from the room upstairs. But that is not the last thing I remember.The last thing I remember is me standing right across the threshold in the beach house, pulling the door open because Ryan had rang the doorbell.Wait. . .My hea
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