Chapter 696 Poisoned Oasis...
As Lenny's eyes gazed upon these two women, memories intertwined one with another went through his mind. His time with Catherine had been brief, but it had been his first encounter with love.
Her touch, her smile, her care and even her annoying attention to detail whenever she was painting a picture as she was a woman of the arts.
she was truly a priceless treasure to him. Lenny had not even felt such love from his own mother.
He remembered the day he lost her. A feeling similar to having every vein ripped out of his flesh. The source of this content can be connected to n0v3lb!n★
After all, her smile was oxygen to him and her touch was the blood propelling force in his veins. She had become the reason for his existence and even now, the sight of her, a sight he had never forgotten made every pain he felt from his battle with Agent 'X' totally disappear.
Catherine took a step down from the stage and walked towards him. His eyes locked in her's like a prisoner. However, his soul felt like he had found his long lost home.
As Lenny's eyes met Catherine's, a torrent of memories flooded through him, each one a vivid reminder of their time together. Catherine, with her artist's soul, had painted colors into his life that he hadn't known were missing. Her touch was like a brushstroke on the canvas of his being, each one tender and deliberate, leaving a lasting impression that time could never fade.
In her presence, surrounded by the cheers and applause of the audience, Lenny Tales stood, a man profoundly changed by love, ready to embrace whatever future lay ahead as long as it included her. In Catherine, he had found more than just a partner; he had found a reason to believe in the possibility of a life filled with love, healing, and hope.
However, just when his hand was to touch her, The magistri stepped forward, shattering the dreamy moment. The magistri smiled, "If you touch her, you have chosen her."
Lenny's fingers paused in the air, a subtle contemplation.
The Magistri's intervention was a jolt back to reality for Lenny, a sharp reminder of the game's cruel nature and the weight of his decision. The choice was laid bare before him, stark and undeniable. Touching Catherine would mean choosing her, choosing the life that stood before him with her and Glenn, but at what cost?
Lenny's hand hovered in the air, an inch from her skin, every fiber of his being aching to close that distance. His heart pounded in his chest, a relentless drum urging him on, while his mind screamed for caution. The emotions swirling within him were overwhelming, a tempest of desire, fear, and longing.
He could feel every cell of his body begging him to touch her face. Even once. It was like a traveler in the desert, hungry for the thirst of water on his tongue, and then before his eyes was a beautiful Oasis.
However, if he drank from it, he would certainly die.
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