Her Nocturnal Lover (Chapter Three, page 1 of 6)


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Linda reached the club earlier than she had anticipated. Maybe because it was her second time since a week ago and she was in a merely jolly mood especially now that she'd decided to put her life back on track. She was not sure it was the best decision but well, her instincts said so after all. Linda remembered her mother's voice. How she had always advised her to listen to her inner voice. Her instincts, her heart, before she fully condemned herself on any matter. So here she was. Moving slowly towards the entrance of the club.

At the far left, she watched a couple giggling and waved them off. A tall goatee guy beckoned her but she waved him off too and found her way into the club. Alone. The loneliness killed her more than she was even willing to admit. The loneliness of having no one in life to talk to but herself, very soon, she was going to change that. She did not know how, but well, she was. Even after years of complete dissertation and solitude. The noise called her to the present and she abandoned her thoughts. Like the voice of life and humanity itself. It was noisier than it had been the other night. Linda recalled. How surprising! She mumbled with a chuckle. Only a week ago and she couldn't even figure out how she had reached her own bed. It was a torment.

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