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Since she was a child, Cara knew there was something she wanted to feel. Something inexplicable, but present in the world that she so needed to experience.
She looked, tried, sought, experimented until, finally, after much seeking, she found what she needed. Yet, was it a truth?
Written by Rebecca Milton
Published by AmorBooks
Nothing felt like it. Nothing matched the high, the rush, the buzz, the flight, the expanse, the pure abandon she felt. The universe spilling out around her, the floor giving way, the walls collapsing, the world turning at her finger tips. Nothing matched the feeling. Nothing. She knew this because she had tried to match it, tried to find the replacement. Tried to find something, anything that could act as filler, a bookmark, until he came back and sent her zooming into the cosmos again.
She had tried.
She had spent nights in bars, dark and seedy. The seedy ones were typical. Men after work drinking cheap beer and no name well shots. Looking at her with pure lust. Pure fuck impulse. It was all right, for a night or two. To be ogled, to have the eyes pour over her. She knew, though, that there would be nothing. Nothing to stop the need, the desire. She, at those bars for a few nights, felt tired, felt weak, felt empty.
