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"I will not scream or shout.
My revenge will be a quiet,
Methodical strike
That leaves no trace." ~Araneae Ruber
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NETA PULLED off her clothes to slip into her night wear, while Ulric looked everywhere but her body.
'Not, to night. Just not tonight.' He told himself.
He laid back, waiting for her to join him on the bed. This last three months had being bliss from him, and honestly, he wished it would last forever. But such was life, and everything wasn't as one wished.
If it was, the world would be thrown into a fit of chaos.
The bed dipped and Neta climbed on Ulric's body.
"Not tonight…" He muttered, his hands on her hip. Neta sighed, but said nothing. He placed her head on his chest.
"You will begone for a while again, right?"
"I can't predict the future."