Dressed in a red pencil skirt, and black blouse. It was really her, as the woman in the reception had claimed.
His chest sank, his eyes froze on her, his heart throbbing with an ache he had long felt because of her.
She was looking just as magnificent; her black curled hair, her sharp brown eyes, and her red lips— "I want to leave." She suddenly spoke, looking up at him, breaking through the daze he was wrapped in.
He flinched, and blinked, taking a sharp breath into his tight chest, coming back to his senses.
He was so happy to see her, he was floating above the sky at that very moment, his heart wanting to cry out his desire before her like a child. But hearing her say how she wanted to leave, his heart throbbed, but only with pain.
He could not bear that pain any longer; wanting her, needing her, and seeing her so far away from his reach. From his reach, who could have anything.
And even when he was in a place which could have possibly killed him, through the danger he took just to see her, just to be with her, no matter if it was not real, she wanted to leave.
It broke him.
END OF THE WIP 2
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