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Vivian Taylor, Peter Green Pic(s)
The air in the room was thick with the ghost of a choice not taken, a phantom warmth that clung to the skin like a forgotten promise. His fingers, which had hovered mere inches from the small of her back, left an imprint of heat in the empty space between them, a tangible echo of a touch that never quite landed. The scent of her perfume, something dark and floral like night-blooming jasmine, had already begun to fade, mingling with the dust motes dancing in the slanted afternoon light. He could still taste the potential of her kiss on his lips, a sweet, metallic anticipation that had soured into a dull ache. The rustle of her silk dress as she turned away was a sound he would replay in his mind for years, each whisper of fabric a small, exquisite torture. The weight of her gaze, heavy with unspoken words, had lifted from him, leaving a cold vacancy that seeped into his bones. The memory of her parted lips, the slight catch in her breath when their eyes had met, was now a perfect, agonizing sculpture in the museum of his regrets. Every nerve ending felt raw and exposed, humming with the energy of a path that diverged into silence. The world had narrowed to this single, suspended moment, a universe of possibility collapsing into the quiet certainty of loss.
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