She entered the room, casting a cat-like shadow on the wall. She looked taller than she was; and to Davie lying propped up on one arm, the mesmerising angel, standing in the light with the dancing faeries, had squashed his relentless search for meaning, and quelled his anger. Hate had suddenly transformed into the lack of love, war into the absence of peace. However, in her eyes, he saw her pain and her loneliness that she carried. Davie saw all of her.
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