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He pulled her off the dirty hallway floor, and her eyes dully shone. She didn't get what she needed; and what she needed was help. "Thanks," she said in a deadpan as she walked on towards the health room. They never exchanged a word again, but there was always that...connection...between them, barely acknowledged.
He loved her, not his wife, which was unfortunate because he didn't have a wife. This had dawned on him several times, though the blood was still on his hands. He had thought to himself 'you don't forget murdering someone', but it was so tempting...so delicious...he had daydreamed about it, punishing his wife and putting her in the other her's place.
I must be a huge [censored], she thought.
After all, most people don't cheat on their husband with his brother.
She rubbed her eyes, temples, face, as she sat at the bedside. Cheap hotel in the countryside. He had found it online; he hadn't shaved this morning.