Two months without him. No words, no touches, no explanations. I had almost learned to sleep peacefully… until that night he appeared again. In a mask. Silent. Dangerous. Desired. I didn’t know who was in front of me – a stranger or a ghost of the past. But my body recognized him first. He didn’t ask for forgiveness. He just touched – as if he belonged to me all this time. I should have kicked him out. I wanted to scream. But instead – I hugged him. That night changed everything. Or just reminded us who we really are.

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