Venus' mind danced from left to right in her puzzled mind. Who was the owner to this unknown number?
Venus: Who is this?
Hours pass, no reply.
Venus: Hello? How did you get my number?
No reply, only read. Shivers crawl up her spine, and she falls back into her bed and under the covers. Whoever it could be, she hopes they don't want to murder her or attack her. She shakes her head, she's not that important. No one wants to be near her, let alone attack her. Venus falls into a light sleep, skipping her dinner; even though that's a usual recurrence.
Her mind falls into a lonely dream, and her body floats into a lost paradise of love and hope.
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the art of love
Historia Cortaa short-story of a love and a connection that could not be broken.
