The one where things go right

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I hang up the phone and immediately regret what I said. I scramble for the phone again and shakily call him

"Cecil?"

"Yes carlos. I'm sorry."

Click.

I sit on the floor and sob.

The buzzer rings.

I open the door, expecting a secret police member.

It's Carlos.

I take a shaky breath.

I don't finish it before he leans in and kisses me.

He breaks it.

"I'm sorry"

"Don't be"

I kiss him again.

I can feel some of my tattoos moving onto his skin.

We pull away for breath.

"Neat"

"Neat" I whisper

"I should probably invite you in"

"Maybe"

"Do you wanna come in? I have pizza."

"Sure, thanks."

We sit on the couch, a few inches apart, silently eating pizza. Nobody does a slice like big Rico's.

"I'm sorry" he muses, staring at the cheese and sauce on his plate, since wheat and wheat by-products are banned after an unfortunate incident with some snakes and lsome malevolent spirits.

"So am I"

"Cecil?"

"Yes?"

"I think I love you"

"I love you too"

Outside the window, a star crashes. Not a singer, or an actor, or a famous person. No. An actual flaming ball of gas.

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