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He Froze, And For One Moment, We Stood Locked In Time. I Could Feel The Silk Of His Shirt Against My Skin And The Warmth Of His Body. The Lingering Scent Of The Overpriced Cologne He Wore Floated Around Me. No Smoke For A Change. I’d Always Told Him The Cologne Couldn’t Be Worth What He Spent, But Suddenly, I Reconsidered. It Was Amazing.

The Future Is Always Changing. If We Had No Choices, There'd Be No Point In Living.

Then, His Struggles Stopped. His Eyes Stared At Me, Stunned, And His Lips Parted, Almost Into A Smile, Albeit A Grisly And Pained One. "that’s What I Was Supposed To Say..." He Gasped Out. Those Were His Last Words.

Longing Surged Up Within Me. I Wanted It. Oh God, I Wanted It. I Didn't Want To Hear Jerome Chastise Me For My "all Lowlifes, All The Time" Seduction Policy. I Wanted To Come Home And Tell Someone About My Day. I Wanted To Go Out Dancing On The Weekends. I Wanted To Take Vacations Together. I Wanted Someone To Hold Me When I Was Upset, When The Ups And Downs Of The World Pushed Me Too Far. I Wanted Someone To Love.

Who... Who Are You?' I Asked At Last. It Was True. I Had Left A Body In The Park, But Seriously, What Was I Supposed To Do? Drag Him Back To My Hotel And Tell My Bellhop My Friend Had Had Too Much To Drink?