That evening, my beloved leaned over and tried to whisper in my ear untold babble, her lips washed the salty aroma of my bare neck.
That was a fantasy of love and promises of a long-lasting relationship.
It doesn't matter anymore, she disappeared in a chaotic war between angry and devilish lovers.
she wanted to own the world, she investigated a new love story every dusk, she was so bubbly, high-spirited, not aware of the concealed.
Every night, I rub my neck with my rough fingers, hoping, praying to sense her lips against my skin again.

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