TAINTED DESIRES
The lyrics of the song still echoed in my mind: "I really don't want to remain in this world
So, would you stay and hold my hand?
Together, you and I, we would stay in the world.
All of us, we would go. We would come, we would leave.
So just say the word.
I'm coming back."
The words seemed strangely poignant, and I couldn't help but wonder about their meaning.
“What sort of song was that?" I asked, puzzled by the strange lyrics. Alessia smiled when I lowered the volume, and I felt relieved as she started driving more cautiously.
“But you know, Anya. I am a little better. Vincenzo is worse, just because he is driving slowly doesn't mean he is always like that,” she teased, clearly enjoying th
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