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I stared straight ahead at the wall and it seemed that I had never before felt the him and me like this. The him and the me and the rest of everything. For a moment, I did not feel the distance between us anymore but the distance between us and the street outside, the city beyond it, the world. I thought if we could just stay in this small room for the rest of time. If he could only keep the rest out. If he would only not let go and we stayed like this. Like this.
So I reached for his hand, even though I knew in the morning it would be gone.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 3 years agoThis story is infuriating thus far. Three long chapters and all I can see is a weakling pretending to fight. She's a slave through and through, just give up already. If you are trying to write a strong character, you've failed miserably. Would she ever get a backbone? I will never find out and no longer care anymore.
Anonymousover 8 years agospeaks volumes about how she really feels about him. It was like she was asking him to run away with her.
Anonymousabout 9 years agoHe wouldn't need to protect her if he didn't enslave her in he first place
