After lovemaking,
he lays on top of me.
Studying me.
Stroking my black hair.
We laugh together after that.
He isn't a hallucination.
I know
because he feels warm.
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Sanity (Frerard)
Fanfiction"And what I felt was more than thumping. I felt his love for me. and I think he loves me with his soul too." .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*. •Warning: Triggers • Drug Use • Soft Sexual Content • .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.
