I remember the night when he called me.
He sounded... sad.
He was pleading me to come over.
And I did.
Once he opened the door to his flat, he embraced me in his strong hug.
First I felt really happy and I didn't want him to ever let go of me.
But then I smelled alcohol breath coming out of his mouth.
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Illusion
KurzgeschichtenOur love was just an illusion. *inspired by a quote on tumblr*