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 He did not need more time to know that she was out of his memory forever. She was his spoiled kid, or she seemed like that when he looked at her as a father trying to give his child whatever attention she needed.

            It has been a year since the first picture for her in his memory, when he first met her on a trip with some friends. Something inside of him that he could not identify until now began to raise questions within him.

When he saw her two days later in the shopping center near her home, his happiness was unimaginable. Their meeting lasted not more than fifteen minutes, but seemed to embrace his whole future, or that is how he pictured it at the beginning, but now he realized the mistake he made when he started building the imaginary castle ringed with beautiful roses beneath a blue sky filled with playful birds.

When he started dragging his dream out of her sexy body, her nipples were burning in spite of all the snow that was falling outside the small room and the heat generated by their passion melted the snow and asked for more adhesion and going into the sexual desire world. He often pulled her out of a mixture sea between their sweat, lips heat, and the depths stickiness, which dragged him down. On the harmony falling in the hell, and resting on both chests, which they got more heat and stickiness, snow was strongly fallen outside. The curious wind tried to open the door of their small room, finding nothing but a foggy world and hearing only her screams of orgasmic pleasure. Everything changed in that room as their body’s colors became mixed among the brown, white and red. The darkness of that cold night could not cover the devilish passionate desire, nor could the early rays of dawn be more snow-white than her nipples or her cheek.

The snow started to slow down just as their bodies began to relax on the bed, which looked like a flowerbed, watered generously by the melted snow and the heat of their passion.

In many times, nobody can believe what happened in their life, as it was as fiction movies. And you cannot touch the reality unless in some limit ways, but his reality that night seemed to jump, with all the details, over to that big screen and made him think, what he had experienced was just a dream.

 After she told him that she was in love with another man, he refused to yield to this false wall, because he was unwilling, from the first begging, to let his dream go off his flowered-palace. He did not even say that he loved her, because what he felt in that small room was not love as much as it was getting to know her better and her orgasms were achieved from passionate sex with him as her friend.

Although, she broke with her former lover after he convinced her of the sterility of that relationship, but she also kept her distance from him, a distance that even the heat of their orgasms couldn’t melt or jump over it.

He did not want love from her nor sex with her. What he really wanted was that beautiful palace, in a hard try to change her as a female and human. Now he closed the door before his hope, which was as a thorn he pulled her out of his imagination. His feeling with despair and treason was enough to do so, uprooting her from his heart before his imagination.

He succeeded in changing her to the point where she began to draw with him the details of his imaginary palace. She even planted some roses with him and encouraged him to lift up the heavy stones one by one. She stood by him as he put the final touches on the dream as it emerged from imagination to reality in the shape of a palace decorated with roses, covered with a blue sky and some of the playing birds.

That building was going up high when she broke with her first lover and showed him how happy she was with each step of the building of their palace.

Now he closed the door of his palace, which hurt his hand and consumed his heart and dazzled his eyes.  He slammed the door with strength of the atrocity of betrayal, his tragedy and the hardness of his destiny, till his palace started to collapse as an earthquake, and shacked as a volcano erupted more than his imagination, succeed to ears her hip memory and his future, after she entered his beautiful palace with another man.