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Monday, July 7, 2014

A Night Of Crazy Empath Dreams-Part I

She sits atop a stairwell in a semi-darkened room. Upon closer inspection, I notice that half of her face is gone and there is a look of anger on her face.

He is facedown on the floor at the bottom of the stairs. Her pain-filled gaze falls upon me. I do not feel comfortable in this room. The stench of resentment hangs heavily in the air.

Her lips are slowly moving and I can barely make out the words.

"He never really loved me. I was always just a whistle stop. A place to gather up strength until he could move onto the next woman."

I look down at his prone form and jump back in surprise after his hand grasps my left ankle. I stumble a bit but, manage to escape into another room.

Neither one of them bother chasing me. They are too focused on the resentment hanging between them.

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