, I licked my lips, gazed into her eyes, and said "Don't follow me."
And I left her there. She sat silently, confused. Many people have asked me why I did such a horrible thing in the presence of perfection. And I simply nod, and change the subject, but I finally believe that I did what I did so I would simply remain unpredictable.
Is unpredictability that important? Is it so relevant to remain mysterious, with too many loose ends?
It was to me.
I walked in confidence towards my house knowing that that single night would remain silent. Where I went next would be the beginning of yet another, predictable, disastrous relationship.
Page 48.
End Chapter.
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