32. My heart. It bled. It died.

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ALINA My day at the beach with Dante had surprisingly turned out to be refreshing to say the least. Dante was so playful, I had never seen him being that carefree or playful in my few months of being with him. He was usually putting up this cold wall of emptiness and wearing a baleful profile that just a glance at him was enough to get one to pee on themselves. But the Dante I saw yesterday was the exact opposite of what I knew him to be. He seemed so jovial, not having a single care of anything in the world. He even got us toy water guns and derived fun in splashing water on me and getting me all soaked and wrapped up in his playful gimmicks. I didn't realise when his playful attitude began rubbing off on me and I joined him as we splashed each other water on the beach. He wasn't

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