She walked into the dingy dark bar she knew he would be at. she was nervous, unlike her usual self. her breath occasionally catching with every approaching shadow paralyzing her with the fear of unexpectedly running into him. The fear of having to confront him before she was ready. The last time she laid eyes on him it was in his skyscraper appartment as she was hurriedly gathering her clothes preparing for a quick exit. she remembered she had gazed upon his back slowly rising and falling with his steady breathing, she had looked at how his white sheets were tangled across his body, and just how peacefully he seemed to have been sleeping. La Femme rouge has slipped, she had warned him about falling in love, but she hadnt heeded her own warning.
And now here she was searching for him in his coveted corners, hoping to see if he was alright, or truth be told if he was as lost as she was. She had tied up all sorts of lovers before, and left them wanton. But with him he had dominated her soul and somewhat kept her tied up even after he let her go.
Maybe she could learn to hate him.
Xoxo
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