Billions and Tears
Damian's absence now held a weighty significance, intertwining with the mysterious call he had received.
Sebastian's steps carried him into the bathroom, his gaze fixated on the crimson stains on his shirt. With deliberate movements, he tore a tissue from the roll, its pristine white contrasting with the dark hues of his troubled thoughts. Carefully, he began to clean the blood from his wounded arm, a mix of discomfort and determination coursing through his veins.
Once the wound was cleansed, Sebastian reached for a fresh bandage, wrapping it securely around his arm. He watched the fabric encircle his injury, a symbolic act of resilience, as if to shield himself from the unraveling circumsta
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