“I love you very much,” he said. “I love you too,” I replied. I leaned over him and kissed his soft lips. A hint of white whisker prickled mine. “Goodbye, dear,” he said quietly. “Goodbye,” I said, gagging on a sob. I waited ten heartbeats, memorizing his beauty, then collected my wallet from the portable table. Free-falling tears blinded my reluctant departure, the odour of death severed by the closing of an elevator door.
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