At what time, where was he at that moment, he was among his loves, these people he became a pseudonym, so that he could change the world, amidst stories of the present, past and future
So now, even when he had a project to mark his story, even when he wanted to share his story, when he showed with his power, that sometimes less and sometimes more, everything could be different, he had the middle of the mysteries that they created, in that time when he manages to make everything as pleasant as possible, then, among the pleasures and his desires, he was nothing more than the greatest of all conquerors and the trailblazer of the unknown.
When it was proven that he was the greatest detective in the world, even denying between pleasures and mysteries, everyone moved on, even if he had to do everything in his power to be the greatest detective in the world.

Dimensions In Reflections Of Multiverse Fears Pleasures

Even if he wasn't violent or absent... on the contrary, he dedicated a man there cutting strawberries and bananas making a milkshake and taking her upstairs on a tray and seeing that woman in bed... 


That woman supposedly had stage four cancer with an IV in her vein, haggard face and no thin hair under the covers and he, the man was praying every day for a miracle to happen not to leave him alone. 


The man was looking at those pictures of them hanging all over the table and nightstand walls, where he still loved her, no matter what the illness did to her, didn't know how long they stayed. 


With the months of stopping chemotherapy, where he loved her and slowly went crazy and didn't know what he would do if she went... knew what to do next... 


- Hello my dear. - He said kissing her forehead softly. 


When she didn't eat, she didn't walk and lay there... 


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