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Seared in solace, deep into the gloom of night, Ismael's tears trickled through his sight as he laid locked before walls. Ismael's heart drew questions, his breath shivering through the sobbing sounds of his mouth.

“Where had it gone wrong ?“ He questioned, drawn away from realities grip into a mind of his own. Lost in the agony, his heart reached through cracks, having knowledge of another bearing Leo's son's.

“I'm sorry” Ismael heard Leo's voice say. He had heard stumping sounds a while away, followed by voices of conversing men, feets that walked away and soon after, the cracking noise of the doors handle being pulled apart.

To Ismael's knowledge, he had notice on Leo's presence. The strong scents of strawberries, fresh wine of milky taste, Leo tasted I'm his lips from afar, dragging his senses back into him.

“What for ?“ Ismael queried Leo. His eyes swerving through the darkness, he sat them towards his hidden presence, a figure which stood deep into the dark.

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