THE CONFESSIONS
I step inside his room so gladly, and stand in front of the mirror to glance myself. I chain up my dress for some tenth time, because you know it's weird to walk around the house with a bare back. Soon the door opens up and he steps in before hugging me from behind. He chains up my dress, brushing his fingers and stopping my heart several times in the process and I look up at my image, flushing. "Hannah has slept, finally." He looks up at me in the mirror, resting his chin on my shoulder. "Finally." I repeat his words, holding his hands around me. "Jane, I'm sorry for last night and for all those times, when I hurt you." His pure eyes glancing right into my eyes in the mirror. "I'm so sorry for being so brutish all this time, when I had you, my ideal women." He breathes. "You make me
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