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The room was gradually shrinking and my head could feel the compression of the walls against it. My heart pumped faster than usual and my hands battled to stay still. I tried to grasp the gibberish Remi’s trembling lips were dancing to -
She doesn’t mean anything to me. It’s you I'm with.
In between the silent stare we exchanged, I wanted to dip my hand right into his heart, make him feel the kind of pain that snatched his breath for a while till my sanity was restored. My eyes caught each bead of sweat that popped out on the bridge of his nose and forehead. Just yesterday, I reached for my napkin and dabbed his sweaty face just as I noticed the glisten. This same face now irritated me and the beads of sweat didn’t look innocent anymore.
