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es never strayed from the picture in front of me. I'm back at my office at Babel

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owly followed suit, assuming their places behind me. The meeting had been pleasant enough, but it was getting decidedly too l

Bringing out the content, a guttural snicker left my throat. The serie

and Savio's eyes widened. My fallen angels laying in eternal sleep "We were gone for just one week. How did

ttle around the seam of my wine bottle. The

't expected. We should focus more on X. We need

as against everything we were taught, and everything I'd seen. Showing

on his way to the resort" Hugo said,

shirt. I was sitting in the back seat of the car, savoring the silence and the coolness of the conditioned air. "Home," I growled at the driver, scrolling through the messages

ck comfortably, observing the world outside t

now nothing about from one night of pleasure that birth three years of torture. I had met once and every day since that day, and she appeared in my vision. I could almost smell her hair, feel the smo

Therefore she was my Rose. I had her to l

his phone and

already at the resort. And

ead there as s

killed my mother living freely like a bed was a mirror to the pain I felt from losing Rose forever. Until I make X

ing to. Suddenly, it was like everything became dark, even though my eyes were wide open. I saw her. I bl

g hell, but that's impossible! I stepped into the parked car

at a girl marching down a walkway, away from us. "It's th

skipped a beat. Her head turned; she was looking straight at me, not seeing me through the reflective window. Her eyes, nose, her lips... It was her- just like I'd dr

ht there! She was real! I could have her, touch her. T