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A soft light coming from the corridor, a girl's voice from a wooden radio in the corner. He was lying on his back on his bed with a book over his face. It was entitled " The unbearable lightness of being ". A cheap empty whiskey bottle on the left side of the bed with a note under it, it says, " my soul is more empty than the bottle ". The room smells of cigarettes and old books. A sound of moving keys coming from the door side. Someone appeared from behind the door. A young lady, short, wearing blue jeans a black leather jacket and boots, curly brown hair and face with the most confusing features. She closed the door, the book fell off his face. He opened his eyes and she was standing above his face looking at him in a puzzled way. This eye contact seemed to last for an eternity. Then she blinked her eyes, and so did he. Then, she threw her body over his. He was still drunk since last night, he was still confused about what's going on. She rolled on her back mext to him. Both looking at the ceiling. There was a silent communication that can only be understood by someone who knows how true love tastes like. Suddenly, she put her left hand on the left side of his chest, looking at him while he was still lying on his back. His heart beats were getting louder as her hand moves around his chest. She stopped moving her hands stood up and sat on his thighs and then in no time she kissed him in French. With her hands on both sides of his face. His heart was missing its beats. He couldn't even close his eyes let alone kissing her back. She kept kissing him and touching all over his body with the radio sound in the background. It has been almost one hour since she entered the room and he hasn't made a single life sign. Suddenly, he turned her on the bed. There was no more light coming from the corridor...