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The Woman at the Counter

Hades liked Fajra. Or, if we're going to put it in other words, Fajra is the one he likes. Yet he believes that the Fajra he knows and the one in front of him are the same person.

It's not that I believe his story about the other world he's referring to, but if I put myself in his shoes, that's what he's implying. Even if he doesn't tell me, I'm not that dense to not realize it.

He cares for me based on the way he looks at me or even his words. I could feel it because I was once like this. I once cared secretly, stared secretly, and liked someone in secret.

"Hades," I called him.

Because he was left there at the door of the inn we went to. There are no hotels here, so we just went here.

"What are you doing?" I asked with no emotion.

He was just standing straight outside, as if someone had stopped him from going inside. He didn't answer me, so I hissed and came back to the door to get him.

"What?" I hissed.

"Let's meet here tomorrow." He pointed to the side.

My face crumpled in confusi
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