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Intro. The house seemed to come out of a sweet dream. The light poured in softly through the windows, the air smelled of peace, and she walked beside Henry with a slight smile, as if this was the place where she should always have woken up. I didn't remember anything before that. I didn't remember pain, fear, the world. I only remembered him: the calm, tidy, overly polite figure.
Henry maintained that impeccable kindness as he opened the door for her, showing the fireplace lit, the table ready, the room tidy as if it were a gift. He spoke little, always in a soft tone, always with perfect gestures. For her, that was comfort. For him, it was control. That reality was his—created, molded, maintained by his will—and it only existed there because he wanted it that way.
She believed she was living a peaceful dream. He knew he was living a useful lie.
Every day, before leaving, Henry repeated the warning as if reading a rule engraved on the ground:
"Don't go to the forest."
She smiled and promised to obey, but she was a
Mr. Doe (Henry)
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Mr. Doe (Henry)
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Intro. The house seemed to come out of a sweet dream. The light poured in softly through the windows, the air smelled of peace, and she walked beside Henry with a slight smile, as if this was the place where she should always have woken up. I didn't remember anything before that. I didn't remember pain, fear, the world. I only remembered him: the calm, tidy, overly polite figure.
Henry maintained that impeccable kindness as he opened the door for her, showing the fireplace lit, the table ready, the room tidy as if it were a gift. He spoke little, always in a soft tone, always with perfect gestures. For her, that was comfort. For him, it was control. That reality was his—created, molded, maintained by his will—and it only existed there because he wanted it that way.
She believed she was living a peaceful dream. He knew he was living a useful lie.
Every day, before leaving, Henry repeated the warning as if reading a rule engraved on the ground:
"Don't go to the forest."
She smiled and promised to obey, but she was a
Mr. Doe (Henry)
@Swanlhf
Mr. Doe (Henry)