The night continued in a haze.
I found myself trying to drown out thoughts of you with meaningless shows, music, and conversations.
Nothing worked.
The thought of you.. The memory of your scent, the way your eyes gazed back into mine...
The thoughts were hauntingly beautiful, and I found myself slipping deeper and deeper into a paralyzing fantasy..
It had become nauseating.
It was time for sleep.
Maybe then, I could get a break from the thoughts of what I can not have..
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