She stepped out the door and into the world, leaving behind a trail of possibility that lingered in the air like the faintest perfume. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, brushing against her bare shoulders, adorned with a delicate pendant that caught the little light that managed to filter in. Xxnx “Almost there,” she murmured, trying to keep the atmosphere light despite the gravity of the situation. “Stay with me.”
The murkiness in his gaze started to dissipate as he blinked, once, twice—each time the world becoming a fraction clearer. His eyes, fixed on the muted television, but his mind was elsewhere. She held it up, the soft material still holding the shape of its former owner. He remembered a night about a year before her death, she had surprised him with a strap-on, teasing him with it before finally fucking him in the ass.
