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He twirled the petal in his hand. He had been single for 3 years now, after his last lover had ran from him. He could remember it as clear as a day, the way the door slammed was a gash to the heard. He put the petal in the pocket of his tight, black jeans. He looked up to his flat. All the windows were shut except one...But there was something wrong. There was a sparkling light being emmitted by the window like diamonds. Sean gazed with is brilliant eyes...it was jewlerry. It was a message from the gods, he knew that fate brought him to this precise room. He looked at his card key...215 it read. 215...a number he would probably remember forever...
The stairs seemed like they would go on forever. Sean clasped the shiny banister, a handsome face seemed to reflect through it, covered in diamonds. This was his beyond his studies, was he becoming mad in love? As soon as he knew it, he had reached the summit of the stairs, bare and bright white walls seemed to stare at him dissaprovingly. No. His love wasn't forbidden. 220, 219, 218, 217...his heart seemed to race after each door.
216...215. Sean - with a trembling hand - put in the card key. The door slowly opened.
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