It may have been a dream… but I could have sworn that my head was severed. She could even see the brilliant blue of Pierre's irises, as if they contained their own light. Just until he comes back. Our love has no future.
Who are you to tell me that? You kept going back to your family, for years you said. He's standing outside the window, watching the house. The weirdest of griefs, when he had been self-sufficient for so long. Yes, that's it, come closer… Pierre pushed the words through his fossilised lips.
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