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Deanna was trembling, even more so on the inside, yet she was adamant not to let Warren notice how shaken she was. But it was hard, oh so hard. His broad shoulders, his strong arms, his piercing gaze made her want to approach him, touch him, throw herself into his arms and tell him that all was forgiven, that they could rekindle what had been lost. But Deanna knew that they couldn't. That all of this was wishful thinking that could never come true. Too much had been said and done, too much that couldn't be undone, no matter how hard they tried. She had to be strong. She had to withstand this familiar expression in his beloved eyes, had to...

A faint sound made Andrea look up from the screen. She pricked up her ears, listened carefully, trying to determine, whether she had just imagined that noise or if it had been real. Seconds passed, but there was nothing, no further sound to confirm the authenticity of that first noise. So Andrea adjusted her glasses, took a pull on her cigarette and concentrated her attention on her work again.

She had to persevere only for a few more minutes. Then Warren would leave and she'd be alone and he wouldn't see her break down and cry because she had let this man go, the man of her dreams, the man she had loved with every last fiber of her being. And then it wouldn't be that bad. It would be terrible, yes, the most terrible thing Deanna would have ever experienced in her life, but it would be a bit less unbearable, if she could go through this in solitude. So she...

There it was again. Was it perhaps coming from outside? Noisy passersby or something like that? Quite unlikely. It was well past midnight and Andrea's flat was located in quite surroundings. Perhaps a cat or some other animal? Or had she forgotten to close the kitchen window and a bird had flewn in? Whatever it had been, it was gone again. Andrea sighed and refocused her attention.

Deanna crossed her arms and turned her back on Warren. With trembling lips, she awaited the sound of his leaving, the sound of the door closing behind him forever. But that sound never came. Instead, as tears streamed down her face, she heard him approaching, one step at a time. She could already feel his warm breath at the back of her neck. He...

This time the sound had definitely come from inside of Andrea's apartment. From the kitchen, perhaps? It seemed like she had forgotten to close the window when she had left the room earlier. And now a bird or a cat had found its way inside. Great. She stubbed out her cigarette, removed her spectacles, let her socked feet slide into the bulky black clogs under her desk and rose from her chair. She brushed a strain of her blond hair behind her ear and trudged through her study, traversed the hall, turned right and entered the kitchen. It was dark inside and a breeze of air announced that the window was indeed open. But as Andrea looked closer, she noticed that in fact she had not forgotten to close it. Instead, there was a round hole in the glass next to handle, like it had been cut out.

No sooner had she noticed the signs of intrusion, than she was grabbed by strong arms. She tried to resist, tried to scream, but a gloved hand covered her mouth and suppressed her cries for help.

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Deanna was trembling, even more so on the inside, yet she was adamant not to let Warren notice how shaken she was. But it was hard, oh so hard. His broad shoulders, his strong arms, his piercing gaze made her want to approach him, touch him, throw herself into his arms and tell him that all was forgiven, that they could rekindle what had been lost. But Deanna knew that they couldn't. That all of this was wishful thinking that could never come true. Too much had been said and done, too much that couldn't be undone, no matter how hard they tried. She had to be strong. She had to withstand this familiar expression in his beloved eyes, had to...

A faint sound made Andrea look up from the screen. She pricked up her ears, listened carefully, trying to determine, whether she had just imagined that noise or if it had been real. Seconds passed, but there was nothing, no further sound to confirm the authenticity of that first noise. So Andrea adjusted her glasses, took a pull on her cigarette and concentrated her attention on her work again.

She had to persevere only for a few more minutes. Then Warren would leave and she'd be alone and he wouldn't see her break down and cry because she had let this man go, the man of her dreams, the man she had loved with every last fiber of her being. And then it wouldn't be that bad. It would be terrible, yes, the most terrible thing Deanna would have ever experienced in her life, but it would be a bit less unbearable, if she could go through this in solitude. So she...

There it was again. Was it perhaps coming from outside? Noisy passersby or something like that? Quite unlikely. It was well past midnight and Andrea's flat was located in quite surroundings. Perhaps a cat or some other animal? Or had she forgotten to close the kitchen window and a bird had flewn in? Whatever it had been, it was gone again. Andrea sighed and refocused her attention.

Deanna crossed her arms and turned her back on Warren. With trembling lips, she awaited the sound of his leaving, the sound of the door closing behind him forever. But that sound never came. Instead, as tears streamed down her face, she heard him approaching, one step at a time. She could already feel his warm breath at the back of her neck. He...

This time the sound had definitely come from inside of Andrea's apartment. From the kitchen, perhaps? It seemed like she had forgotten to close the window when she had left the room earlier. And now a bird or a cat had found its way inside. Great. She stubbed out her cigarette, removed her spectacles, let her socked feet slide into the bulky black clogs under her desk and rose from her chair. She brushed a strain of her blond hair behind her ear and trudged through her study, traversed the hall, turned right and entered the kitchen. It was dark inside and a breeze of air announced that the window was indeed open. But as Andrea looked closer, she noticed that in fact she had not forgotten to close it. Instead, there was a round hole in the glass next to handle, like it had been cut out.

No sooner had she noticed the signs of intrusion, than she was grabbed by strong arms. She tried to resist, tried to scream, but a gloved hand covered her mouth and suppressed her cries for help.