"I'VE NOT BEEN TRUTHUL TO YOU."
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Bonnie's words began to fade out into a murky void between consciousness and darkness.
He stared down at his rapidly bloody stain that blossomed from his open wound and absorbed into the rich white pigment of his hoody.
He watched as it dripped from his blood-soaked hand and created a small pool of red at his feet.
He swayed unusable as air rushed to his head, causing him to feel uncomfortably light-headed.
At that moment he realised, he wasn't a big fan of blood.
In an attempt to steady himself, he pressed his clean hand into the wall beside him.
"Bonnie", he weakly called out, wanting to see if she was okay.
Not hearing a reply, he turned toward where he saw her last and tried to walk.
Underestimating his worsening condition, he greatly struggled, tripping over his feet.
As he stumbled, he felt a pair of arms wrap around him, grounding him.
"Oh god, Milo", Bonnie gasped, confirming his injures were more than
just a scratch.
The beaten two quickly made their way towards Milo's room and yet again found themselves in his bathroom, cleaning more than just scrapes and bruises.
Bonnie looked down at the bloody patch in his hood and noticed the slash had no intention of healing.
"I've got to clean you up Milo", Bonnie announced, her hands going to grip to ends of his hoody.
Milo placed his hands over her own, halting her movements.
"I can clean it myself", he offered, not wanting to make her uncomfortable by his bareness.
Bonnie shook her head, finding his consideration ridiculous.
"It's fine Milo, please"
Hesitantly, he raised his arms, wincing as he felt his torn skin follow his cautious movements.
Bonnie found that the caramel complexion of his hands and face were equally distributed throughout his slim torso.
His shoulders here lean and his waist was slim, however, they weren't overwhelmed by muscle.
Nevertheless, Bonnie could make up the sweet carvings of his abdominal composition, causing his final look to be sculpted and refined.
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Love Among The Stars.
FantasyWhat happens when a young man finds himself in a place a little out of his solar system, but closer to danger then he could ever imagine? Small number of parts, long chapters!
