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His fingers drummed against his firm, muscular stomach. Onyx had been laying in the bed for over an hour. Occasionally he would glance to the spot beside him which usually had Eliza lying there but again this was the fifth time he was alone. He was feeling alone a lot lately. Onyx would go through his days as he usually did. Up at five, work out, shower, breakfast and training till the evening however the enjoyment wasn't the same as it once was and Onyx was beginning to feel lost. Rolling over he turned to the empty spot beside him, the bedside still untouched and made, Onyx wasn't longing for Eliza’s company like he once was, he wasn't longing for anyone else’s either. Onyx was just longing to find himself, there was a piece of him missing perhaps cliche and one would assume it was Gatli
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