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A song to listen to: 

Valentine by Måneskin

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Zero

I couldn't move. I didn't want to move. I was afraid that even the tiniest change in my position would wake her up. I had no idea what time it was. Every plan, every task I had for the day, it all had become pointless.

The weak light of the rising sun was infiltrating the room as the curtains weren't properly closed last night. The strikes of light danced on her hair, shining in the strands and bringing out the different tones of brown.

Vivienne was tightly curled close to my own body, almost all of her on top of me. Her head rested on my chest, her other hand and leg thrown over me. Her sleeping face was peaceful, mesmerizing. So clear and stark to look at rather than in the darkness of the night.

Taking pictures wasn't a hobby of mine, an art form I hadn't ever stumbled upon. The reason for these years apart I didn't have any pictures of us to trace over. We didn't stop and take any back then.

Her shuttering eyelashes, the way her eyes moved behind her eyelids, told me she was dreaming. Her lips were soft, her forehead and thin eyebrows had lost the eternal frown she had had for several days. I wanted to photograph her, film her. Immortalise her. Every detail should not be ever forgotten. The painting that was hanging above was a pale comparison to the real sleeping her. I wanted to rip it off and paint her again. Drown in the paint and desperation as I would not be able to capture her.

The crying from last night had left small marks on her cheeks and puffiness to her eyes, but still she was the prettiest of them all. Her scent had a hint of roses, the familiarity of her scent mixing in my space softened the hard edges. The house, my room was a home again.

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There was a reason why Cris was the one who handled people, why he appeared in meetings. Firstly, he was calm and calculated in every situation. Cris had even offered to handle most things regarding human connections as I was too quick-tempered. Secondly, there was something in Cris that didn't threaten others, they didn't have the urge to show their power and have dick measurement competition.

Both of these things were ticking as I sat on the leather couch opposite to Yue, the round coffee table in between with untouched golden wine glasses. She was pissing me off as always. Her black bob was pinstraight and so full of products it looked like a plastic helmet on her head. She was wearing contact lenses so all the white in her eyes had disappeared. In the dark lights, her neon red lipstick and dress was screaming for attention.

The nightclub was named Shang Tian, which indicated heaven, but Yue was more dressed as a demon or devil. The decoration was all about black, cold and cream, huge chandeliers on the dance floors and the staff had tiny angel wings on their backs. I had told Remi that it was tacky in my opinion but he kindly ordered me to shut up. Officially Lius owned half of the nightclub, unofficially it was Remi's little project with his best friend.

Yue tapped her cigarette, a third one she was burning in the row as her pupiless eyes stayed on me. She did it every time, tried to intimate me for the first part of our meetings, whipping her imaginary dick out to compare it to mine. I was 90 percent sure Remi was the one who gave her information about me so she could annoy me even more.

"I'm not that interested in talking about business. I heard your girl is back," her voice came out smoky, her throat clearly not enjoying the chain smoking. "Should I be jealous of her taking my place?"