Okie_Teheehe
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" Good morning sweetheart " She got goosebumps as his voice ringed in her ear, he bent down, his face clearly seen under moonlight, a lit cigrate between his fingers, a thick smoke blown from his mouth
"That's how far we both have come"
He looked at her, shocked, realising how gracefully they both have destroyed themselves.
Power or Love?
They can't choose, both have their own perks.
But power is an addiction, a drug that can't be compensated by love.