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non-fiction

I like darkness more than light. Fiction. Drama. I like mystery. I also like to make up stories.

She was in her thirties when I met her. She answered my advertisement in The Sydney Morning Herald for:

FLATMATE req

$120 p/w, ASAP,

old stone cottage,

Paddington.

She was perfect (is perfect). It was her eyes that gave her away; they were troubled – velvet brown, plush with sadness. I wasn’t exactly her ideal. She was actually wanting a man, at the very least a baby. She wanted to feel love.

As for me, I was twenty-three, quite lost. But things changed when she came along. The more time I spent with her, the more I felt I was becoming her.