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Seraphina

Sometimes there's nothing to say.

Sometimes words will only clutter a space already filled with an unpleasant truth.

The blood pumped from my arteries to his. Hot and angry, but all I could do was stay calm in this suffocating silence.

Enrico and the others had left the room a few minutes back, to tend some work and they hadn't made an appearance since then.

And here I was sitting next to his bed with a needle pricked in my skin. How fun-fucking-tastic. I let out a shaky breath and ran my unoccupied hand through my hair. Some things never change, afterall. We both craved silence and yet his uneasy face wanted to utter many distorted words.

"Spit it out, already." I said.

This uneasy atmosphere churned my insides and the fact I was fed with this everyday drama. "You didn't have too." He throatily rasped out but his voice still held that dull coldness and dominance which made people quiver in his presence. "Trust me, I never wanted too." I shrugged, leaning back on the chair t