e life struggle - Sara, itches, itches, tried to create a place for herself in a world that barely focused on

ything just jumped a little to be real. Through large windows she could see the spread of the city endlessly. It should have be

atter how much she tried to

Only an invisible thread pulls it in again. Penthouse, for all its smooth su

ignore a heavy knot with a regret. She had chosen her choice, signed the papers, agreed to it ... This Pe

hip. Only a commercial system was prepare

id what she had to do. But this did not prevent her from fee

t is skilled, each eye was calculated. It was as if the world was leaning around her, without raising a finger. When he saw

. Beautiful, a terribl

d to remember her - or dissected her. This made her skin stick. She couldn't tell if she just fulfi

she hates her thoughts, she can't ask

. A flickering of interest? Curiosity? She was not sure,

has always increased, the walls are very wide, very ancient. Hours ago she thought it was surpris

the window and bothers her with dream

the furniture. The truth bites her like another skin: She wasn't here. She

inch of the room, such as the walls under the eyes. It was not appropriate how easy he fits here, how natural he

e dangerous. But she understood herself without thinking

sipping an eye. "You're just an actress here, Elena," he said, the cold sou

st herself to meet his eyes. Of course he was right. She knew the rules. She had agreed

son for him. She

t facing. The recognition was narrowed as

to move. Just present in one place while the flames put restless shadows on

t facing. The recognition was narrowed as

Don't talk not to move. Just present in one place while th

ee table. She didn't study anyway. Her mind was very

ering if she also felt - crispy tension was tir

voice broke it like a rock through a window

d the rim of his glass, slow and methodical, l

with a vote, he said, "No,

he asked herself not to read it. Don't hope. But par

think. But something changed between them, which

er more when she

ay he looked at her. In a way, she tried to forget the way

d, f

bed in the guest room, Elena looked at the r

simple. A transact

y knew: Nothing was goi

w. Not