And there was her body and soul holding hands while the free fall lasted with both pairs of eyes fixed on the pavement hundreds of meters down.
She knew what would happen to both of them, experience is an excellent teacher. A couple of years back, when her youth and beauty were even more piercing and breathtaking, she had played the game with a young prospect, the type many women would, literally, kill for. That time she imposed the same conditions, same rules. The results could not be the same again, she could not allow that to happen.
The moment she had walked out the door on him, his life had started crumbling so fast that picking up the pieces was not humanly possible. Interest in any kind of earthly pleasure was no longer there; every other woman (no matter her age, race or type of beauty) resulted painfully boring. Every place he had been to, known or not, had appeared critically dull. Every kind of food or drink , in spite of being as expensive or rare as it gets, had tasted just flat.
All he had left was a bunch of broken thoughts and a swollen broken heart. She saw it in the news just a couple of days after the incident, young promising lawyer found taking
The two men stood still with eyes as open as their hearts were and jaws dropping to their knees.
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