ashlan
And so he stood, his head in the sky and his feet on the ground, both fantasy and reality coexisting perfectly in his mind.
Then, without a word, she left. He tried desperately to look away, to tear his eyes from her wistful silhouette, but to no avail. Perhaps tomorrow would find this scene bearable, even amusing in its own sadistic manner, but today wretched in quiet torment as she walked onward, taking the hand of one who surely loved her less, who would use her as he had been used. She would be a balm on the scars left by her predecessor and he would keep her until her smile failed to charm, or her eyes beguile, leaving him who loved her most to look onward in agony, wishing for the chance to be used by the girl who left him.
Halting at the door, the sides of his mouth twitched upwards in what I imagined might be amusement, though it failed to reach his eyes. Then, he left as suddenly as he had appeared, leaving with a controlling share in a poor man's company. Looking across the gleaming ebony table, I was greeted by a look of bewilderment. Only then did I comprehend the level of agression...no...the brutality of my employer's methods.
Inquisitive, she opened the cabinet only to find that it held not the cookies she so desired, but an unmarked envelope.
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