Trapped In Beastly Desires

That piano song. Kayla's lids fluttered until her eyes drew open. That was C&K. The song brought back a memory of her childhood, when she and Clinton had planned to use the song on their wedding day. She slowly sat up and shut her eyes for a wee moment. Strong emotions that roused tears usually followed remembering Clinton. That morning, she could absorb the rush of emotion, despite her wedding was rather A&K.

She ran her hand over her face and sighed tiredly. What was this drive to go down there? Was it because the imposter wasn't getting the song right? Whichever impulsion it was, it succeeded in driving her to the living room.

Standing on the step, she gazed down at him, digesting that strong nervousness and hatred she felt around him. She couldn't repress it all, yet she approached with slow steps that displayed hesitation. She stood beside the piano, anxious about speaking with the man, who acted like he hadn't sensed her presence. Humph, she didn't expect less.

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