Lucille pov Finally standing before the house of the one that haunted me every night since I left, I replayed the last scene we shared together before I left for college. The confession I had been so desperate to make before family obligations pulled me away and silenced me. Marcella Solis, beauty like no other. I never wanted to be here, I knew how long I stayed up all night underneath the pressures of my false lover feeling nothing but numbness while my body called unto another. While the violin and saxophone spiced up the feeling in the living room, I took a tour round the house, it looked like paradise, yet my mind was elsewhere, wondering how much she had changed. It had only been a year, but to me, it felt like a lifetime. “Lucille?”. A familiar voice called me from behind. That soft spoken voice. I hadn't realized how far I’d wandered until I found myself standing at her bedroom door. It was wide open. Marcella stood there, a towel wrapped loosely around her frame, her
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