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Is it weird to say that I felt as if Alsace and I were friends? I groaned, rolling on my bed, my hand lands on something that feels like skin. I opened my eyes.
Alsace slept peacefully, not wearing his shirt. I sat up straight, my ankle felt weird, as if I couldn't feel it anymore. I glanced at it.
Just move it a little.
I took a deep breath, biting my lips. Slowly, I moved my ank—
"Ah, fuck." I sucked in a deep breath. Falling back into the bed, my eyes shut, I took a few more deep breaths.
"You okay?" Alsace asked, his voice deep and still full of sleep. I looked at him, squinting a little.
"Yeah, I just tried moving it. What time is it?" I asked.
Abuela came home last night early, she was tired so she went to bed. Xavier was nowhere to be seen, which just meant that he did not want to be near me, or Alsace. Alsace and I watched a few movies inside my room, and we ended up falling asleep to the last movie, Serendipity.
I haven't seen it, neither has he. And well, I guess we're gonna have to watch it again because we didn't really got to see the ending.
Alsace yawned. "Still early. Go back to sleep." he said, wrapping his arm around me.
"Hands off, Alsace." I said.
He lifted his arm in the air, it was just there for a minute, and then it went straight back to my stomach. He reeled me in tighter, I could hear him mumbling words. Even though it was cold inside my room, this man was still warm. Maybe he was a bear in his old life, because he was always fucking warm.
I felt a yawn coming, so I let it go. I wiped my eyes, getting comfortable once more.
Alsace and I talked yesterday while we ate. Honestly, it felt fun seeing him doing something he loves to do. I noticed it as soon as he asked what I wanted to eat. The way he washed his hands, that was a full fucking minute, I might say. Who washes their hands for a full fucking minute just to make mushroom soup? Really now?
And when I watched him, his eyes weren't in the world, it was somewhere else. Playing with the ingredients, so much happiness he doesn't show, but still, I felt it.
This trip to Mexico wasn't bad, after all. It feels nice being free, and away from some responsibilities and people, and maybe crime, or if possible, just Los Angeles itself.
I can be normal for a few more days. I should try it for my own fucking sake.
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