I stare to the gate in front of my house. Nicotine working in my head, slowing down my turbulence mind. Lestat mad at me, said he will not help me anymore with my thirst of love when I need it. It's been a weird week. Darkest time has passed, and void after math is not really haunting anymore. What would be my adrenalin now? I don't know, let him decide, he will comeback though.
Poor Lestat..
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