chapter - 20

it is possible to live without memory but is it possible to live with it?

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it's not real,

it's not real,

but fuck it is real.

I'm lying in his bed with his huge arms around me, his nose buried in my hair. If someone looked at me right now they will probably label me mad.

Because although I can't see my face I know it's as red as a tomato.

And the fact that this is probably the first non-sexual intimacy between us is enough to freak me out. I gulped reminding myself not to fall for someone who is way too out of my league.

I slipped out of his embrace skillfully and left his room taking the remnants of my dress from last night.

later that day, I decided to start my day by cleaning his office first. while dusting the old books on the shelf, I found an old packet of cigarettes. I shook the little box a little to know if there is anything in there. One long white cigarette flew out of the box onto the floor.

My mind did 100 calculations at that time, it has been a while sin