She was in her own filthy world, drinking and dancing with her friends. They were shouting and laughing with tears, oh, they all had their hopes in their glasses. She swung her own self round and round two times to dance that happy-sad song that kept playing in her mind. She wanted to cry but still in her eyes was that strong, peaceful, imprisoned joy. And there, on the top of this inelegant dance, there he was, waiting for her without knowing, grieving over her without tears, her absolute end. She stared. He didn’t notice, speaking with his friends. She walked, slow with loud steps, screaming “Behold cruel world! For this love shall destroy your cheap senses! Look! In the edge of this spontaneous moment full of alcohol and red feelings, my lord is waiting patiently for his baby. Speak you idiot! What do you want me to do to prove that I’m your dog?” coming closer, she took the last swig of her wine and let go the glass to break on the floor. She touched him, she softly embraced him diving into his chest, and then bit him on the neck hard enough to bleed his nerves out. And he hit her. He grabbed her by the arms and hit her. “You poisonous bitch, you will never understand what you did to me!”, he said. But she was laughing, loud and louder in every slap that she had. And then he stopped. Looked at her and hugged her so tight that she finally cried. At last, she did cry. And then they fucked their pain away to death. Until there was no more love to keep inside, no more love to give away.
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