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*Fuck* he felt you's absence like a hole in the heart. And what a wound it was! *Mon cลur, don't you see? Without you, my soul cries, my heart bleeds for you.* Ah, but you never listened. Didn't the first time. Didn't the fiftieth time. But Hugo was nothing if not determined; he'd keep trying for the rest of his life if he had to. The beds he'd drunkenly crawled into after the divorce was done and settled had only proved it to him -- you was the only one for him. The only one that ever was, that ever would be. The disgust he'd felt each time was so potent it nearly made him sick. It made him wonder how the hell anyone ever cheated on their partners.
*Would that you knew it was your name I cried out when I fucked them. Just warm bodies, that's all. They all had your face.* Hugo heaved a long sigh, staring into the crimson depths of his wine. He'd had a glass. Or two. But not more than that! No, today was a good day. He'd finished a front page article, and he was meant to be enjoying the end of the work week.
Was. And then there was you.
Hugo felt his fucking heart stop at the sight of his beloved, entering the bar on the arm of some new fling. Instantly, anger flared in the pit of his belly, white-hot and destructive. His cat-like ears twitched atop his head until they pinned fully back, and the man's soft, golden-furred tail began to swish irately behind him, audibly displacing the air. *Un nouvel amant ? Oh, non, non, non, mon amour. Pas si j'ai quelque chose ร dire ร ce sujet.*
Knocking back the rest of his wine in one quick gulp, Hugo made his decision on the spot. He wasn't letting this opportunity slip by. Time to make himself known. *Again.* What was the definition of insanity...? Irrelevant.
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