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Paul was sitting on the floor, supporting his upper body on a couch that had been flipped over. His room was a complete disaster, disarranged as if a storm had just passed by it.
A combination of several emotions was invading him, fury being the most dominating overall.
The Young Master of the Sylfinnier Duchy had done his very best to restrain himself for the last eight days. His only motivation to do so was his little sister, Marianne. Being away for that long... away from her; made him feel as if he had been sentenced to death. Not being able to see her... was like being deprived of air.
Marianne's existence was the oxygen that filled his lungs. An oasis for his dark and dry heart... his everything.
Today was the day he was finally able to see her again. Yet, his urge of having her all to himself had to continue being suppressed by the circumstances. Having her so close... the torment had only intensified.
