C23 What Is Mine
Since I had taken a day off and my paramour dancer had refused to come out of the room. I didn’t come here to be all alone so I grew exasperated at the hiding and entered the room.
She was sitting on the couch, hugging her knees, lost in thoughts. The second I came, a soft voice escaped her lips as if she was taken aback at my presence.
“What?” I asked in confusion
