SUICIDE ATTEMPT

HAKAN

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I held Nightingale close to me while we drove back home. Someone looking might think she would fade away if I let her go for even one second. I just couldn’t stop myself. I had almost given up on my search for her and she was just delivered to me by coincidence. I don’t know what name to give the feelings I have for her, the closest thing I can name is obsession. I was obsessed with everything about her. She was different now, but that same obsession I felt the first night we met still burned hot in my blood. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything else.

The compound hadn’t changed much since the last time she was here, but as we got out of the car, Nightingale looked around like it was her first time here. To be fair, she was only here once, and we were too preoccupied with other things so she hadn’t really seen the place and it had also been at night. Besides, it’s been almost two years, even someone with a complete layout of the compound would still forget some thin