❝ Your love for someone can make you loathe yourself ❞ "Why are you late?" I asked him. He dropped his coat on the couch and seemed tired. "I had some important works to complete, " he avoided my eyes, making it less obvious. My gaze stopped on his neck, there was a fresh hickey. I felt a strong pain in my heart as if...
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How can one keep a wild wave when its movement is always about slipping away?