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The night was almost over. The smell of cigarettes and vodka stuck to Yuki’s skin. He pulled on his shirt and jacket.




The girl had left without a word.




Yuki drank a glass of water. The air was stale and the music was muffled through the bathroom walls.




He turned on the tap and splashed his face. Cold. He raised his head and stared at his reflection.




Messy black hair over eyes like pools of darkness. Sharp bone structure dotted with stray freckles.




He left without a word.



And he had felt nothing.






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