The smell of his perfume.

　　Patsy was asleep when Murphellan returned to the room. 　　She hugged the covers and curled up tightly, wrapping herself into a shrimp. 　　It was a sign of extreme insecurity. 　　Murphellan sat by the window, looking at her face still streaked with tears, and sighed, his fingers gently wiping the tears away from her face.  　　He didn't want this to happen, but unfortunately there were too many people watching him in the shadows. 　　His kindness to her would only make her

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