Memory 39
ABBA played loudly from the speakers. The songs were catchy but at one, all I wanted was sleep. The door to the studio was open and the music filled the house. I never really had a problem sleeping without you. Well, not at that stage anyway. I was worried. You ran away from sleep. It was not because of guilt or nightmares. On most nights you would rather face the reality of your paintings than the fantasies of your dreams. I respected that. I closed my eyes and rolled over to sleep. Acknowledging fears was something everyone had to face.
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RomanceThis is a story I wanted to write and fill with pure love. I do not want to tell a controversial tale, just a simple story. No lace or fancy trims. A story of two people and some side characters. A story of two men who would have only ever met by ch...
