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Behind Closed Doors
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Em andamento, Primeira publicação em mar 29, 2020
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"You're dangerous," he whispered faintly. 

"We both are." I muttered as I took a deep breath and exhaled shakily. 

"What makes you say that?" he responded, shifting 
beneath me, "if you don't mind me asking." 

"We can't get enough of each other, no matter how much pain we inflict. We've broken each other's hearts, time and time again. It starts with broken hearts and always ends in broken bed springs." I mumbled softly, as I lowered my head down, gently. 

The nerve-wracking anticipation hung in the air separating us; suffocating us. I pressed my lips against his. His lips smooth, falling open at the brush of my tongue; welcoming me. Making me feel just right. We kissed away our devils, our pain and all in all; we were effortlessly bittersweet. Beautiful tragedies engulfed in one another...
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I am wide awake. At 3 am, and all I can think about is him, turned to his left, left cheek squished onto his pillow, eyes shut, not tight shut but gently shut. Him breathing quietly and a soft light from the window falling upon his face. Sleeping. All I can think about is how he is at peace, sleeping without a care in the world. Even if tomorrow he would wake up stressed and agitated. Right now he is asleep, peacefully, and here I am. Staring at the ceiling, begging to god to stop the pain, my hands entwined together, saying to him that I'm tired and that I'm not as strong as He thinks I am. I still believed in Him, because whenever I lost faith, I got a reason right away to not lose it. My dearest was at peace, he was happy without me. And this time I knew. He was not coming back. He was gone. And all my memories of his smile, his hair, his body scent, his hands, the scars on his body, his two vampire-like teeth, his expressions, his cheesy lines, his eyes. His eyelashes, eyebrows, and the way he used to light up after seeing me rushed in. Of how his eyes didn't shine when we met for the last time. How I missed the special way we used to say goodbye. He loved me. He always had. He put in all his efforts just to see me. He did it all. But he didn't love me, not anymore.