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Guillaume shut his eyes, trying to muster every cell in his body to expel the lurching from his stomach. It’s as if his whole body had decided to rebel against him these past few days. If it wasn’t the hammer constantly pounding away at his head, it was his stomach deciding to eat itself. Or even worse, there was the smell and the colour of something that he couldn’t quite explain. 

It was perhaps a blessing or a curse that he was so connected to his senses to the point where he could feel these new intrusions coming long before they actually entered his head. It made the events into a little less of a surprise, although he still couldn’t explain what was happening for the life of him.

He had assumed it was just a come down of some of his more... recreational habits, but he hadn’t touched the stuff ever since these headaches started. Now a part of him wished that he did, if only so he can push his body through this weird combination of pain.

“Can you fuck off?” He groaned once he realized the stranger was finally here, not even bothering to turn around and see who was there. In his mind, something or someone kept invading his head. He couldn’t of possibly initiated some sort of invitation. Why the hell would he do that anyway? He was a busy man with work to do.

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Frédéric Chopin - Nocturne No. 19 in E minor, Op. 72 No. 1  performed by Vladimir Horowitz