, hold the bright screen to my squinting face, and

grass sticking up out of a swamp of fading fog. But in this fog, the trees never

eninah makes a sound. I should get up.

e. Her chin tucks into

d by it, letting it cover you like a blanket of introspection. Your whole world is what i

open. I have slept far too long. I don't wa

f my day lost. A flock of cro

, says, "How d

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little kitchen, and for the first time in

carecrow or something, but a beautiful one, she had her back turned on me, I coul

, I grabbed her by the waist and kissed her neck "you

blus

nd ready for breakfast" she lo

ew a stool and

ly absorbed by a feeling of love that played in her subtle smile and soft gaze. Then she brought it over, hers and mine, the breakfast that would later become a part of the r

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ail out on me." T

, it's hard

y m

ice, "Your presence brings my body into a standstill, and

drew me closer to her, I knew what I wanted now, and the missing puzzl

coffee, "Isabella... and many hundred

saint either

She paused, looked at me, and parted my shoulders, "I don't mean to hurt you but, I'm not one to be tamed, and that night, when your dick was deep in my pussy, an

in her innocent eyes, she

gged

le

sn't the first to fight with me, I have been in combat with wives, mothers, girlfriends, men, boys, and girls, I find my kick in snatchi

o be a rare breed, and in a way, this attracted me to her, my he

that you had no girlfriend

njoy the fights and al

drama and chaos, I've never been i

t Peter?"

on of a bitch,

hy

e years of marriage or so." she wasn't crying anymore, h

And I couldn't resist the urge of creating ch

l is a s

ut about our affa

ights before, we fought, Peter was standing right b

" my heart was

ek in bed, you can imagine." She laughed strangely, "I was just trying to be

rson ever created as Wengstar puts it, the girl I had fucked twi

un" the echoe

eft the bedroom, the scratches of our nails and

a sense of pride and joy,

evil have

rought our attention to the real world, Isabella ran

cted to her with every word she added in her story, there was some

y, I don't know; but he was dead by the time we reached him, I looked and looked behind the darkness of my eyelids but there was not a single sorrow left and I was shocked, not for Peter but my sake, I was not sorry, not sad, but a feeling of satisfaction in my

idnight turning to dawn, I need to atone for my sins, I need to face Isabel

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