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Secrets are the end of every relationship. Once the seed is conceded in heart, slowly, the death approaches.
Many had lost to the seed they conceded at heart and when it unleashes, disaster and death to years of trust and honour.Andre sat in front of his screen, oblivious of the entirety of the environment. He was trapped in the abyss thoughts of Christy. He relived every moment of them, all the smiles at various points. His head hurts already but he was lost too deep to care.
Soon it was time to leave, time to play his role in worlds mess. He pulled his files together. He could the pair of eyes, eyes he once thought innocent, staring at him. All the guilt turned to anger. Maybe he considered letting the monster out, maybe if he showed her what torments and pains he passed through, she would understand or maybe he would kill her. Only if you were a fucking killer.
He pulled himself, face u
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