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me. A ghost he wouldn

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my sketchbook, my charcoal

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ings he bought me after

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wave of dizziness hit me. T

breathing through my nose. Nausea r

weat from my forehead. I hadn't eat

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d to the empty r

o. The night Dante had come home dru

r that felt less like love and more like possession. Like he was

ection. We never di

the cabinet under the sink until I found th

ing so badly I dro

inutes. The silence in the penthouse was deafening. It was usually quiet here,

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go. He would lock me in this tower and thr

fe. I would be a v

ould be raised in a world of b

erce, primal protectiveness surged through

him have you,

hanged. I wasn't just

aling his