Delusional

Gallian's fingers tremble slightly as he reaches out, a futile attempt to grasp the elusive silhouette of Oryx lingering in his mind. The soft cadence of the curtain's dance with the wind mirrors the tumultuous rhythm of his emotions.

He watches his hand, his yearning palpable, yet his touch unable to bridge the impassable distance separating him from Oryx. Her presence, an intangible force, eludes his grasp, leaving a hollow ache in his chest.

Every flicker of the room's bulb casts fleeting shadows across his face, echoing the fleeting hope of seizing her heart. He knows the truth, anchored in the certainty that the person she desires, Marquis, remains an unattainable aspiration.

Amidst the chance dangling within his reach, a daunting realization looms—a challenge more formidable than seizing the moment—dealing with the impregnable fortress that is Oryx. Unlike others who would surrender their affections to care, she stands resolute, guarding her heart against any trespass.

But why?

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