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When Emanon woke up, she could hear voices in the other room. She could see the light fading outside the window, so the sun must be going down. She stretched her arms out and got out of bed. She followed the voices into the kitchen, where Warren and Jack were. Warren was making dinner, and Jack was drinking a glass of what looked to be wine at the breakfast bar.
"What's going on in this neck of the woods?" Emanon asked.
Jack swung his head around toward.
"-G-Good Morning Em! I've missed you-" He said.
"Are you drunk?" Emanon asked judgingly.
"- A little..."
Warren stepped away from the stove for a moment and washed his hands. He then walked to Emanon and kissed her.
"Good Evening, my love. How was your nap?" Warren asked.
"What happened?" Emanon asked as she gripped the end of his shirt.
"Nothing really; you were asleep in the living room when we came home. I moved you to the bedroom. We had some drinks and talked, and now it's time for dinner."
"What did you talk about?"
"Nothing important."
Emanon couldn't tell if Warren was lying, but reading his memories to confirm would be wrong.
"What about me?" She asked.
"-Oh, I'm sorry. Are you hungry too?"
"-Did you talk about me?!" She demanded.
Warren paused for a moment.
"We talked about living arrangements, that's all. Jack said he wanted you to live with him in the city, and I told him you're comfortable here with me."
"That's all?" She asked.
"That's all." He replied.
"You're not lying to me?" She asked, concerned.
"I would never purposely say something I know would cause you harm..." Warren told her.
Emanon didn't like that answer. Jack told him something, but he wouldn't say what. She knew he had hidden something in those words, and Jack's presence didn't help; she couldn't press the conversation further.
"-Would you choose not to say anything if it meant protecting me then?"
"- I would choose to protect you..." Warren replied.
Emanon sighed. It's the best answer she could get for now.
"Okay," Emanon said, and she hugged him. She had to trust him if this was going to work. Right now, she only has him and Jack, and the latter was drunk with a bratty expression.
"You don't- like me anymore?" Jack asked.
"You reek of alcohol," Emanon replied, gripping Warren tighter.
Warren loosed her grip, though, and walked back to the stove.
"Sorry, I can't let this burn..." Warren said.
Emamon stood in the doorway facing Jack. She didn't want to talk to him while he was inebriated.
"-Why're you acting like this?... I came back for you..."
Emanon crossed her arms and looked away.
"I would've thought you knew me better than that. You don't know why I'm upset with you?"
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عاطفيةFollowing the loss of his parents, a man named Warren seeks solace at a 1970s-themed bar, where he encounters a mysterious stranger that leads to an unexpected turn of events. As the night progresses, Warren finds himself embarking on a surreal jour...
