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by Jenny
Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Experience · #1630182
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He looked at me as if he was looking for something, maybe the reason of my uncommon behavior. I tried to look away, where his eyes couldn't catch mine, but it was too late. He got away a few steps and turned his back to me. He covered his eyes with both of his hands, with his elbows up. I took advantage of his reaction to dry my dampened eyes. He didn't move from his position, he didn't even made the littlest sound in a minute. I touched his back with my fingertips.

¨Michael, I--¨ I started, he interrupted.
¨Why, Camila?¨ he abruptly turned to face me. ¨'Why are you still with me? Why if I make you suffer this way?¨ he said weakly.
¨Suffer?¨ I said loud.
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