Intelude (2.5)


I stop and glance at Harvey. Sitting in his office again, I have a tornado going inside my heart. Sensing that I have paused my narration, he raises his head and meets my eyes. I look away, recalling the moment when Dante had left the room that day.

Why do I still feel bad?

I am not Dante’s wife. I am not his lover. I am not his woman. I belong to myself. I am self sufficient. I do not deserve men like Dante, Alphonse, or Kaige.

But there is still an ache in my chest that won’t go away.

So I don’t understand why I still want to cling on to Dante. Is it similar to the time I had clung on Raymond?

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