I can't expect anyone to understand why everything happened. Richard was kind to me. He hid things he felt would hurt me, but when he told the truth, he was always as honest as I had expected him to be that first time in his apartment.
A man's scent, his sweat, his mess, that place. I loved it. It was cluttered, not dirty. Sketches everywhere. All his bookshelves, reflecting the contents of his mind: two shelves of criminology. Three of philosophy. An entire freestanding unit dedicated to art. Bleak music. No food, lots of liquor. A spare key, taped under sink.
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A/N: Thanks for reading! Craving something longer? I hope you're reading DELILAH, MY WOMAN, the novel this is written to promote and also serialized on this account. It will only be here temporarily, because the book is being released on November 2nd, so read it while you can. A big twist of Act I goes up today so be sure you're starting from Chapter 1 or risk seeing some serious spoilers.
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