[Her hands wrap around his neck like that time on the dance floor, and he feels like they're liable to burn through his skin. She's lived many lives. He's nothing more than a ghost. She's saying such things that feel like the sweetest temptations. But he, the eternal sinner, what is this for?]
[What did he ever do?]
I don't....
[He starts, stops. The glimmer of his eyes looks a little watery, like a lantern at the bottom of a deep ocean.]
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[What did he ever do?]
I don't....
[He starts, stops. The glimmer of his eyes looks a little watery, like a lantern at the bottom of a deep ocean.]
I don't. Deserve this.