Thy Crimson Tears Make Me Thirst for More: part 2
Again not a high class literature, I don't answer for sucky language... [like used in these two...]
I invited him to my room, he had asked for some notes. He enters the room before me and I close the door behind us, turning the key in the lock and hiding the key in my pocket. I regret only for a moment. He asks about the notes, I tell him to sit down on my bed while I take my notebook from my drawer. Doubt raises its head again; I try to shrug it off. I find the notebook and clench it in my hand. Curse rises in my mind and I straighten my back. I give the notebook to him, he thanks and gets up. He stands so close; I have to bend my neck to see his face. I stretch my hand to his cheek and brush it with two fingers. I tell him he's welcome. I dig the key from my pocket and hand it to him. I say I'm sorry and that he's free to go. I walk to the window and look at the scenery with blind eyes. I hear his footsteps at the door; I hear how he puts the key to the lock. I twine my arms around myself and wait till he's gone. I curse myself.
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The key turns in the lock, I have to look back. I see her flinch. I open the door. Her scent still lingers on my cheek. I close the door behind me. My head soon finds itself resting to the wall. How stupid can a man be? There is no limit to stupidity. I take a deep breath, her scent fills my lungs, a tear forms to the corner of my eye.
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I invited him to my room, he had asked for some notes. He enters the room before me and I close the door behind us, turning the key in the lock and hiding the key in my pocket. I regret only for a moment. He asks about the notes, I tell him to sit down on my bed while I take my notebook from my drawer. Doubt raises its head again; I try to shrug it off. I find the notebook and clench it in my hand. Curse rises in my mind and I straighten my back. I give the notebook to him, he thanks and gets up. He stands so close; I have to bend my neck to see his face. I stretch my hand to his cheek and brush it with two fingers. I tell him he's welcome. I dig the key from my pocket and hand it to him. I say I'm sorry and that he's free to go. I walk to the window and look at the scenery with blind eyes. I hear his footsteps at the door; I hear how he puts the key to the lock. I twine my arms around myself and wait till he's gone. I curse myself.
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The key turns in the lock, I have to look back. I see her flinch. I open the door. Her scent still lingers on my cheek. I close the door behind me. My head soon finds itself resting to the wall. How stupid can a man be? There is no limit to stupidity. I take a deep breath, her scent fills my lungs, a tear forms to the corner of my eye.
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