Kiss me
That she’ll forgive me?
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Night falls. We dine in silence. Two half-full plates. The wine swirls in the glasses, but no one drinks. Hunger doesn’t exist here anymore. There’s only waiting. The slow agony of two lost souls.
I look at her. She lowers her eyes. And I know that tonight again, we will sleep back to back. Prisoners of a bed that throws our faults in our faces.
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Here is Chapter 42, quite long, focused on Élise and Julien, still trapped in this house of exile, awkwardly trying to confront each other, to talk, without succeeding in breaking the spiral.