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Marshal Wallace ♊️
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"Koi" Greyson ♐️
Marshal
When he comes in I try to sit up way too fast. He sticks his hand out to stop me and let's the door close behind him.
I didn't expect him to come in this soon. We're beefing...
The look in his eyes read that he's unsettled. I stop him from checking on me.
"I'm good bruh," my voice comes out quiet.
It'll be back to normal in a week hopefully.
His look remains before morphing into guilt. He opens his mouth to say something, but nothing but air comes out. When I notice his eyes water I force myself to laugh.
I can't take him being emotional. I can't take him caring for me this much. I'm trying my best to accept it.
"I'm skinny ain I? Just a lil bit. Few pounds. I haven't had real food since the day before the fight. Crazy right? These niggas put me on oat milk and blended rice. You can see my new muscles more now though uh huh," I try to lighten the mood.
I realize how much I still care for him and dial it back some. He looks at me like Im crazy before his expression lightens up.
"Number seven... you out here scaring me to death," his small smile fades.
My energy lowers.
It's like I warm up to his care, then I find out it's way stronger than what I warmed up to. It sucks me in more and more every time and it's frightening.
"Now you know what it feel like. I guess we even... you been scaring me since I met you," I say light heartedly but he doesn't smile.
Im trying...
He's clearly thinking to himself and kind of stunned.
Say it Marshal. Be honest with him. Be honest with yourself.
