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77. 77 long years of life and 58 years were spent with the love of his life. To him that was a good life. He was hooked to a life support machine and his wife sat beside him holding his hand. His life was quickly slipping away. All she wished is that she could go back to 58 years ago. A single tear slipped from her eye and ran down her cheek, wrinkled with age. She couldn't imagine a life without her love. The tear dropped onto their connected hands. She closed her eyes tightly wishing to go back. She opened her eyes and was standing outside of a small little restaurant with a Coca-Cola sign in the front window. A car sped by and water splashed all over the dress she wore. "Hey!" A man screamed at the car that splashed her. She turned to look at the man and was shocked. That man was her husband 58 years ago.
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One of his hands was snaked around my back while the other dragged up my spine into my hair. With one hard tug, my head fell backward and the shower water covered my face. Gasping for air I felt his mouth make its way around the base of my neck. The hot water was already making my skin hot, but having him so close in this way, made me feel like I should have combusted a long time ago. He jerked me back up to be facing him. He kissed my mouth then drags his eyes down to my neck. "A pretty necklace, for the gorgeous Princess." *** "Tell me River what each kiss means again." He presses one to my cheek. "We're friends." I smile. "Here." He presses a kiss on my hand. "You adore me." I laugh. Then he pressed a kiss to my lips. It was quick barely touching long enough for my nerves to recognize it. "A kiss to the lips," I spoke blankly. My lips still parted in the manner he left me. I'm afraid to move in fear that my brain will forget the feeling. "And tell me again what that means River?" "I love you." A chaste whisper. So quiet, almost as if it didn't need to be said at all to be understood. "And that I do Miss Knight. In all your intensity." *** Two people come to figure out a double homicide. One is mental who is richer than anyone and the other is a detective from New York just trying to get their name on a big case. You may want to eat the rich, but most of them have already starved themselves. insta: csulak_

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