Chapter 112: O! The fragility of your comfort

In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there

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How many people in the world are there that you would feel safe around. So safe, so secure, so comfortable. So that when he places his arm on your shoulder, you feel warmth, you feel strength, you feel emotion.

The reassuring eyes, the softened voice. The many things a woman would want to depend on and you take it all away and she crumbles- from the inside.