Krystle Vermes

Gnossienne No. 1

”Is anyone sitting here?” she asked. Of course not. She could see that, but I knew she was just trying to be polite. I told her to be my guest. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or the lack of sleep, but I swear to god her face was glowing. She avoided eye contact with me after she took a seat, and it was probably for the best. The last time I looked at a woman like that, she walked away and never came back…

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