Her Nocturnal Lover

It has been long since her last time at the club. So long. But tonight Linda decided to head there. She'd spent the last three years St home. Home sweet home. She was Linda Hemsway. Five feet seven. Slim. Pink lips. Long brunette hair. Brown eyes, slim curves. She looked at herself in the side mirror of the cab. Yes, she was okay... she thought with a wink as the cab pulled up towards the street of the club. 'Delavigne...' Linda mumbled. 'How long it's been!' Without saying anything more she straightened her dress, blinked twice to hide the sadness in her eyes, and stifled the pain that sat inside her chest. She knew some people saw the pain in them despite her attempt to hide it. With some people, she would never, succeed at hiding this for since her parents' train crash, things for her had never been quite the same.

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Linda Hemsway has been for a long time what we can call an island, until one day partying at the club made her eyes get linked with Bill Mayans' making him her nocturnal lover. Would their eye's pre-define their future or make them live on with their past?