Fourteen Drops

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The way he makes light breaths as the water melts from the bag. It slides down his face and falls into that little scar.

"Adorable." I whispered about to place my hand on his cheek. I saw his eyes flutter and froze my actions.

"What?" He groaned, his hand touching mine to remove the bag. "Ohhh..." I whispered. It felt so good to feel his touch.

"UGMMM. DINNER. THATS WHAT." I said looking in the fridge noticing nothing in it. "Want to go somewhere and talk?"

"How about some arcade, bar place. I need that." He shook his head and grabbed his shoes before putting them on.

"Sorry for hitting you, anything else I can get you?" I asked.

He pouted and sighed.

"My life back."

- Matthew

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