Falling in Love With the Warmth of Another Man
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Sabila's eyes turned to her stomach just below her navel. He has a scar that never seems to fade or heal.

"SLUT"

The word was engraved on her soft skin, the red scar contrasting sharply with her white skin. Sabila gripped the towel tightly and put it on her body. Forcing his eyes to turn.

Sabila opened one of the cabinets and took out her makeup bag. Sabila picked up a nice foundation and opened her towel. He covered the scar like a man who used to do it. Even when he finished, Sabila still saw the faint outline of the curse word. He would always see it, even if his skin was burning, Sabila would always see it. Mocking her and reminding her of what kind of person she is.

Adit would never understand this feeling. Survival of the strongest instincts that always attached to him. Only those who have lost everything know this feeling...

Morgan finished buttoning up his white shirt and looked in the mirror whether there were any stains or marks. Morgan turned his gaze to the figure of Tiara slumping on his bed.

"Tiara? Do you want me to make you breakfast before I leave?" Morgan said in a soft voice.

Tiara was still hiding under the blanket, though,

"It's okay Morgan, I'm not too hungry" Tiara said in a hoarse voice, Morgan looking at the watch on her wrist,

"Aren't you getting ready for work?" Morgan said when he realized it was now 7:02 in the morning Tiara usually left before Morgan.

"I'm not feeling well today, I'll just work from here" he said lazily. Morgan nodded slowly.

"Well, I hope you feel better. I have to go now but I'll come back later" Morgan said as he stood up and smoothed a frown on his shirt, Morgan looking down at the tiara but the woman said nothing. Morgan exited the room and headed for the living room.

Morgan stopped in front of the table and took his things. Morgan opened the front door and left the apartment.

Morgan gets into his car and starts his run, intending to go see if Annan wants breakfast together.

Morgan stopped at Annan's apartment building. He got out of the car and walked in. Morgan entered his passcode and opened the door. Morgan stepped in he would take another step but he almost fell for something. And when he looked down at the floor it turned out there was Annan who was fainting.

Morgan leaned over and looked closer, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes directly hitting Morgan's nose.

"Oh my god Annan" said Morgan softly. Morgan tried to wake her up but she didn't even move.

"Is this child dead!" Morgan's mind sighed and then lifted him up. And walking into the bedroom after that Morgan immediately threw it violently

Morgan took off his shoes and covered them with a blanket. Morgan walked into the kitchen and took a glass of water and aspirin.

Morgan returned and looked at the picture frame that was on the bedside table. Morgan took it, and it turned out to be a picture of Annan and Kirana dancing.

Morgan looked at Kirana's face and watched her closely.

"It seems you are the root of all Kirana's problems..." Morgan said slowly

Morgan put the frame back in its original place. Morgan stared at her a few seconds longer before exiting the room and leaving the apartment. Morgan got into his car and started driving to work, so he didn't go out to eat.

Sabila removed the lid and applied it to my lips while looking in the mirror. He closed it again and put down his lipstick while still looking in the mirror.

All her makeup was applied but she still felt something was missing. Sabila continued to look in the mirror and try to find what was wrong. Did he apply something wrong? Does his face look fat? Is it overreacting?

Sabila continued to look but she could not put her finger on it. Sabila raised her left hand and grabbed her hair in frustration. Sabila pushed her hair back and looked at her wrist through the mirror.

The familiar red streaks that littered his body caught Sabila's attention, he turned his face away from the mirror and turned his attention to both of his wrists.

An identical slash mark injured both of his wrists. Failed attempts to end his life. Given the sadness that no one wants it...

Even if he dies.

Sabila took her foundation and applied it to her wrist, covering the marks. Sabila was wearing expensive and uncomfortable underwear.

He is ready to surprise Adit. But he knew the fact Sabila wanted to feel needed even if only for ****. Sabila knew he was a depressed person with a problem.

Sabila smiled but not to her eyes, she opened the bathroom door and walked out into the bedroom. Adit sat on the bed in front of his computer.

He stopped typing when he saw Sabila. He walked towards Adit and he put his laptop on the side. He sits on Adit's lap and Adit smiles at him.

"You want to tease me" he said in a soft voice. Sabila closed her eyes as Adit kissed her lips.

Adit doesn't kiss me like other men.

He kissed sabila like... A husband kisses his wife... Soft and full of love...

All the kisses he ever had were bland, angry and lustful... From a man who only wants one thing from her

But Adit is different...

"I love you Sabila" whispered Adit gently as he kissed her temple

He loves Sabila that's what makes him different from the others... That's what makes it different from everyone... Unlike death and everyone else in his life he really wanted himself

"I love you too Adit" whispered Sabila

That's why he would do anything for her... Sabila will do anything to protect the only thing she loves...

Gilang looked out the car window and saw the scene as they passed by. Although most are just tall buildings full of people in suits.

The same thing he sees every day. Empty faces go hand in hand, when he was young he thought they looked like mindless robots. Gilang used to imagine they were all controlled with the push of a button.