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Sitting in the corner of his room, he sighed and pondered how he had been swept up in all this. This charade never seemed to stop, an endless repeating cycle. Life had no more meaning to him. And why should it? For life too was not kind to him. The hopelessness, the loss, the despair all overwhelmed him. All seemed lost…until she came into his life.

In the beginning, he felt invincible. He believed he could take on the entire world maybe life itself. With her on his side nothing seemed impossible. Her voice, so heavenly, spellbound him. Her gentle caress thrust his entire being deep into ecstasy. He felt rejuvenated. She consoled in the most serene way possible. All his problems melded away. Life was worth living again. She was his escape from all the turmoil. She was his angel, his beacon. She was…perfection.

Days went by. Then weeks and months. Time blurred to him. He felt weary and muddled. He felt his life waning away. His addled mind could not think of anything at all. Except for one…his angel. He could not get her out his head no matter how hard he tried. She had gripped him tight like a vice. It then dawned on him that she was not his saving angel at all rather something wicked. It was too late to make things right…or was it? But even if it wasn’t, what would he do without her? Could he let go? Could he move on? All these thoughts flickered and danced slowly in his mind, as it ever did.

In the end, sitting in the corner of his room, he smirked and said to himself “Heh, some other day perhaps”. And like always he held her in his hands, lit her up and inhaled. Inhaled deeply and ever so blissfully…

Description
Sitting in the corner of his room, he sighed and pondered how he had been swept up in all this. This charade never seemed to stop, an endless repeating cycle. Life had no more meaning to him. And why should it? For life too was not kind to him. The hopelessness, the loss, the despair all overwhelmed him. All seemed lost…until she came into his life.

In the beginning, he felt invincible. He believed he could take on the entire world maybe life itself. With her on his side nothing seemed impossible. Her voice, so heavenly, spellbound him. Her gentle caress thrust his entire being deep into ecstasy. He felt rejuvenated. She consoled in the most serene way possible. All his problems melded away. Life was worth living again. She was his escape from all the turmoil. She was his angel, his beacon. She was…perfection.

Days went by. Then weeks and months. Time blurred to him. He felt weary and muddled. He felt his life waning away. His addled mind could not think of anything at all. Except for one…his angel. He could not get her out his head no matter how hard he tried. She had gripped him tight like a vice. It then dawned on him that she was not his saving angel at all rather something wicked. It was too late to make things right…or was it? But even if it wasn’t, what would he do without her? Could he let go? Could he move on? All these thoughts flickered and danced slowly in his mind, as it ever did.

In the end, sitting in the corner of his room, he smirked and said to himself “Heh, some other day perhaps”. And like always he held her in his hands, lit her up and inhaled. Inhaled deeply and ever so blissfully…