The moonlight descended the city like a thick coat of paint on a ceramic vessel, hard and dark.The bustling roads reared to a mindful of vehicles, still roaming the night life while the couples took a stroll on pavements after a delightful dinner dates, along with few late night workers. Joshua, the editor in chief of CNN, looked out of the window from the backseat of the taxi as he headed to the airport.The guilt, the regret and more than that the remorse clouded his face as he took out his mobile from the pocket, his palms damp with sweat, a mist formed on his forehead as he fished out the contact.His wrinkled forehead creased at the sight of her name on the screen, his finger hesitant to click on the call sign. His heart hammered against his chest heavily and in the closed space of the car, it echoed in his ears vigorously.Without wasting a second, he slid his thumb to call, putting the phone near his ear, his hand trembling, his head tilted back to watch the cars behin
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