He was gone.
One moment he was there, the next he disapparated, leaving Desdemona as alone in reality as she felt on the inside. She knew, deep down, that she was at least partially at fault, that she had pushed too hard—but he was an unmoored boat in the harbour, always looking for any excuse to drift away.
Desdemona sank to the floor, finally giving in to her sobs.
One moment he was there, the next he disapparated, leaving Desdemona as alone in reality as she felt on the inside. She knew, deep down, that she was at least partially at fault, that she had pushed too hard—but he was an unmoored boat in the harbour, always looking for any excuse to drift away.
Desdemona sank to the floor, finally giving in to her sobs.
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