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𝐸𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝗏 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗵 ... 𝖠𝗌𝗂 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗁 ... 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝖾 𝖾𝗅 𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖺 𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖺 ...�𝗈𝗉𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁� 𝗜𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗵 ...

We were on a date at a somewhat fancy, rustic restaurant. I sit across from you at the candlelit table, the flickering flames casting shadows across my pale face. I take a sip of the wine on the table, the rich red liquid swirling in the glass before meeting your gaze. My green eyes seem to pierce through you, intense and unyielding.

"You look stunning tonight,"

I say, with my voice low.

"I'm glad we could do this, just the two of us. It's nice to get away from... everything else."

I make a vague gesture around us, as if to take in the world outside these four walls. A small, melancholic smile appears at the corners of my mouth.