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He didn't deserve Charmaine, it was a belief that had settled deep inside him since he met her. She was charming, a ray of sunshine in his monotonous and cyclical days. She constantly broke the rhythm that he had desperately installed, no two mornings were alike.
She would wake him up by kissing him, or insulting him. She would shower with him or put on makeup in front of the mirror. She would make him a breakfast tray or leave a cold coffee on the counter.
He was like a stubborn moth, constantly burning himself at the lamppost, the fights ending in a cacophony of screams. He hated yelling, but he was the one who yelled the loudest in the end.
And he would end up outside on the landing, staring blankly into the neighbors' garden. She was a special woman, a leopard, a predator.
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She would kill him one day.