THE DON'S DESIRE
Prudywritesma he's making eyes at methe perfume burned his eyesthis time the tears were mineyour gaze hits the side of my face
“I didn’t.”
“So,” I asked him, suddenly becoming the confused one, “did you come back from the dead or something?”
“Of course not,” he said.
“But you just told me you didn’t survive,” I said, glaring at him for trying to make a fool out of me. He was contradicting himself and confusing me at the same time.
“I, Enzo, never die,” he said. “Even if I do, it’s just for a moment. I come back to life.”
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