The Lies He Told Me (Grace and Antonio)

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A man looking disheveled was in the Kaufman's villa.

He sat on the floor barefoot, surrounded by empty wine bottles.

Antonio had locked himself at home since that day, refusing to either eat or drink.

He used to be a clean freak, paying great attention to his appearance all the time. Yet now his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked haggard and pitiful.

Clutching the pocket watch, he murmured, "Grace...

"I know you always hate it when I drink...

"Come back. Come back so that you can scold me in my face, OK?"

When saying this, he pressed his cheek against her face in their wedding photo, trying to catch a trace of her scent and warmth.

After some time, he suddenly woke up with a start and looked around, confused.

In the next second, he realized that everything was still in place, and Grace was still nowhere to be seen.

Once again, he was caught up in despair.

Just then, he felt a gust of wind, which brought some sounds

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heart skipped a beat; he tensed and held his

listen.

his eyes lit up with hope again. He got up at once and rushed toward the living room without even putting

a familiar figure in the kitchen with an

eyes turned red, and he didn't even dare to breathe lest disturbing her; or what if it was

he cautiously whispered, his voice trembling,

The figure paused.

she turned around, and he saw Mylie's

making some soup for you; it's good for

It wasn't her.

It wasn't Grace.

eyes dimmed totally

dizzy. He was about to lose

at him, Mylie

had become so gaunt, and

were

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hand, pleading sadly,

been so hard. But

"Piss off."

Mylie bit her

leave, Antonio. I'm willing

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