Although entering into the familiar hours, this time was cAlthough entering into the familiar hours, this time was completely different, and Marvet could feel it in the air as the atmosphere in the room where there was little light mixed with the cold outside was not something that shook him but Maraan's face, sad or disappointed or upset about something, was it because of him? As he thought like that, frustration suddenly fueled in his mind. "Are you desperate to die this much?" Marvet said in a low voice. His face stretched forward, his back against the head of the bed, tried to use only one eye to look at the reaction on the other person's face. Nothing had changed as she continued to make such the face that he hated to see so much. The blade touched her throat in a split of a second, ready to tear it apart, but strangely, her face was still calm, not afraid of the death awaiting. Because of that face, his hand then pushed the blade in, a thin red line appeared on that smooth white skin. The sound of an iron object hitting the floor of the room rang up a few seconds later. "Consider that I need you. Thus, I shall let you go tonight." Marvet finally lied down. The same arm extended slightly from his body and felt the warmth from the other palm as they touched each other.
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Narcissist in the Dream
FantasíaA story of a man whom is killed in his dream. This is part of the alternative story in Heaven Earth Hell, the fiction.
