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Twenty-Six: Italian Rendezvous.
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The paintings that hung across the lustrous walls were bright and vibrant—enough to catch a passerby's attention. There were many of them, cramped up in the corner of the famous Boston museum. The scintillating scent of art and design and the freshness it brought filled the air and it was then Damien heaved in a deep breath of it.He opened his eyes to see his favorite work on exhibition right in front of him but alas, he looked to it felt nothing. He felt nothing because he thought about what he'd done to get this that it seemed almost meaningless. The fact that having this one day was a lifelong dream of both Sofia and himself and now, she was not by his side when it finally happened. She was not there as he sauntered to the many designers present that night. She was not there at all, and although Damien knew quite alright how much of his fault this all was, it was still somewhat difficult to admit it."Hey" Someone tugged the back of his arms, catching him in his breath and he tur
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The walk up the stairs was excruciatingly awkward but perhaps it was because of the tensive silence between Theodore and Sofia. Upon reaching the very doors she was to pass through, she halted and allowed her head to lean into the wooden frame."Sofia" Theodore's shoulders gnashed against the callous walls and a sharp breath escaped her lips. "Don't." She muttered before throwing her head upon her shoulders to look back at him. But only for a second did her mustered courage last."I'm sorry" She whispered."I never should have—it was a complicated scenario and we never should have" She stuttered, only for him to inch closer to her. Sofia avoided him like a plague, running her hands through her hair. Her lipstick was rubbed off and her hair seemed like it had electricity run through it. It was because of how harshly he'd groped unto it in the dark alleyway. She was taunted with the repulsive flashbacks as his hands met hers."Theodore" Sofia called."It was in the intensity of the mome
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