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Denys The bed was cold. Denys sat up as soon as he couldn’t feel Melody with him, catching sight of the ring on the side. He felt his whole world collapse around him. She had decided to leave him after all. His anger rose again. Last night had been an act. She didn’t want to take the chance that he would make her happy. He felt her pain, so close but for once he didn’t care. She had chosen this, he hadn’t. All he had ever wanted to do was make her happy. Denys stood, tearing the bedclothes off of his body. If she could leave him then… well, he was a good looking man… He threw on some jeans and strode out into the night. His resolve lasted all of two minutes as he caught sight of his Melody, the only woman that he had ever loved properly, sat on the steps sobbing into her knees. Her pa
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