The last time I saw him, he was caught, handcuffed and being taken away. The last time I touched him was while I apologized for betraying him. The last I saw of him was before the elevator doors to his penthouse apartment closed, his signature smirk gracing his lips as I wept at the foyer.
That was all a month ago...
I never thought I'd see him again. Especially not standing in front of me as though he had never left with a wide grin on his lips as he looks down on me.
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