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There's only one thing Fathia understands. How much she adores the touch and everything that can be given to her tonight by the guy. Accumulation of things that have ever been in her little head, projected clearly by the guy. Relentlessly. Without pauses. And what's more surprising for Fathia, everything looks real.

But...,

"Why?" Fathia asks with a frustrated tone. Her eyes wide open and glaring sharply with breaths racing against each other. The guy who has positioned himself right above her only gives a small smile. As if underestimating, yet truly, in the darkness of his eyes, the guy is already quite impatient.

It took her dozens of months to realize how tortured she was by the stretched distance. She had scraped it away, yet her busyness wound it up again. Making that distance reappear even though she had longed for it so much. Used to having the presence of the girl wandering around him, causing an incredibly draining effect on his usual way of thinking.<