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His repulsing touch

Eve's POV

"Madam?" Nuren called from behind the door, her fist rapping on the wood gently. "It's noon and you haven't had your breakfast," 

I could hear the pity in her voice. It was heavy, and it permeated through the door and settled on me like a dress. I hated it. I hated that my maid had to pity me. I hated that she sounded like she would never trade anything to be in my place, not even for a day. 

I hated that if I were her as well, I would never wish for the same. 

Tears stung my eyes as I laid on the bed, face down, wishing I could drown in my tears and escape from the harsh reality I lived in. I wished I could overlook the scars, I wished I could stay away from it all, that I could detach myself from the scene before me and just float away.  

Wouldn't that be amazing? 

"Madam?" Nuren's voice reminded me that those thought

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