"oh, i see.
i suppose now would
be the wrong time
for a visit then?"
the disappointment is
evident in his voice,
his eyes searching her face
for a reaction.
"yeah, you don't want
to catch what i've got."
he nods understandingly
but doesn't budge from
the doorway.
"in fact, i'm
feeling a little worse
right now."
she prompts, trying to
indicate that he should leave.
something clouds his eyes.
is it pity? worry?
disgust?
"i'm not worried about
getting sick xayla.
if you don't want me
here i'll leave but
it doesn't look like
you've got anyone else
taking care of you
and i don't like the idea of
leaving you here
if you're really sick..."
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Poetrybut darling, there are thousands who would kill to be you, despite your bits and pieces ○○○ And here I am, back at it again with the turning faults and flaws into tragic beauties- or so they say. Please let me know what you think! ~lowercase intend...
