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EROS

It was hard loving her when in fact I loved another …

The chatter was low, as a song played from the room that looked too quiet .

The soft lighting sparkled off the glass view of the room, I stood there in my midst as I stood in my black-suited form only highlighted it as he stood near the window.

I didn’t know how it had happened, but I was drunk.

The situation was warmth and filled with complacency, I couldn’t stop myself from heading toward what had to be the woman again.

A couple of hours ago I had been a bit embarrassed when I had mistakened her for Sira, she didn't say anything but walk away with a smug look on her face that I couldn't describe.

The problem was, if I stopped to show her how bad the whole situation was she would want to take advantage of me, there was the thought of Sira in my head.

Deep in my mind, I wish I could have Sira all to myself even after what had done but it was hard to get over it .

Or maybe that was only wishful thinking . . . She probably on