Kill Kill -- CR

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Cale's POV

I feel gorgeous.

As I dance around my room, tousling my long hair and jumping to the beat of my music, I feel so beautiful.

There's not really music. But I still dance.

The music's in my head.

The music is my thoughts.

The music is interrupted by a ring at the door. I skip to the living room, turning off my music.

The bell keeps ringing, whoever is out there was getting really impatient. I swung the door open and-

Oh my fuck.

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He's here. He's really here, in front of me. "Chandler!" I exclaim, pulling him by his arm inside. His face has no expression, his eyes blank.
He rests on one of the recliners in my homes family room.

"You're so beautiful," He mutters, still showing no emotion. I smile, breathing shakily. I want to kiss him, to touch him, to-

"It worked," My voice interrupts my thoughts. How rude.

"What worked?" His hands pull me onto his lap, my arms slide around his neck.

I lean closely to his ear and whisper lowly, "Everything."

//