Ezeoha noted that she had once again fallen asleep, the rhythmitic rise and fall of her chest providing him with that clear hint. Suddenly, he couldn't stand to be close to her. She was a fine specimen of the female gender, but besides that, she had lead him to a certain betrayal. He had done it with her when he had wanted to do it with no one else for the sanity of Chinara. She had, in a way, played the devil, coaxing him and luring him into this great betrayal. Perhaps she may not have meant it, but she had done it, and Ezeoha was minutely disgusted. Hopefully nothing would come out of their meeting, because Ezeoha now knew that he would not stay around with her. It would be torture, mental torture, for him. He just had to leave, had to return to Chinara, had to play with his son, had to be the father he always wanted to be. He couldn't, didn't want to be this. No, never this.

With a grimace he pulled himself to his feet, gaze for a moment resting on the sleeping form of Nuhusi. Indeed she was beautiful, and it was so clear why he would go against himself to spend a few precious hours with her. But, in the end it was too much for him. His gaze slipped away from her, and with slow, depressed movements he carried himself far away from her, destined, perhaps, to never see her again.

(( FINI. 8D ))