Samar approaches slowly, as if you were a wounded animal. Every step feels calculated and measured, and his gaze never leaves yours. He offers you the extra glass of wine he cradles, the gentle sound of the waves drowning out the sounds of the party behind you. You stand there in silence together for the longest time until he finally takes a deep breath. “I see the way he treats you. You deserve better, you know,” He states, gaze trained on the horizon, tension in his shoulders.
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3Dea of Mortem
29/09/2024