KEY
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Feeling a little dejected, Lexie answered. "You're right, it isn't my business."
Zheme nodded against her, body gradually relaxing as he dwelled in the warmth diffusing from her bare body.
Their position now, though it was rearranged, reminded him of the times when his mother use to let him sleep in her embrace. Those nights when his father claimed he had work.
Nights like that had seem to be joy to her, she'd dance to old songs and bask in what she called freedom.
He didn't understand it then, her definition of freedom, since to him, she was already free. But now since he wanted his exemption, her words had come to make sense.
For physically, he was free, but mentally, he wasn't.
His mind was locked in a dungeon, but the keys remained in his own palm.
If he wanted to, he could be free, he could finally put to use his key, but if he ever braved up and did, would he end up like his mother; dead before he even had the chance to regret it?