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32. My death

Kanya POV

I started telling Eros the nightmare I just had. After I had run all the way to avoid the gripping red moon, a delicate hand danced over my shoulder without permission.

Like my shoulders is a stage where those fingers dance freely. I held my breath for a few moments before swallowing deep saliva and daring to look back. But there was no one behind me. Only a gust of wind slowly greeted my body, which was almost shivering.

I sighed, preparing to walk again until I woke up from the nightmare I had tried to avoid, and tried to get up as hard as I could, but all in vain.

“Then why are you moaning for help?” Eros asked attentively.

Eros listened to my story without blinking. This is just the beginning of the nightmare I told, there are still many scenes in that dream that make me moan in pain, and it hurts.

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