

So much for SerendipityHe watched as she boarded the train and wondered if their paths would cross again, but he was sure the chances were unlikely. She was a dime a dozen; rich brown hair smooth as silk, sweet chocolate eyes that glistened in the light. Pale, beautiful perfection... and he was letting her go without a fight. She took a final gaze at him and let out one last pained, yet somehow happy smile. He returned the wordless good-bye, pulled his lucky cigarette from behind his ear to his lips, and lit it as he turned away.So much for Serendipity


A man's dreamShe lies there listening to the rain contently, wrapped in her sheets. Her hair scattered about her face, begging to be brushed back. She lets out soft sweet noises, barely audible over the tapping of the drain pipes by the window. How I love to watch her sleep...A man's dream
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