A homeless thief breaks into a house that has nothing worth stealing - except for the heart of a lonely man who is obsessed with time.
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Blake has been living on the streets for...
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-Blake-
I couldn't stop smiling. I probably looked like a complete idiot, but I simply couldn't stop grinning. Jordan was sitting right in front of me on the other side of his small dinner table, eating his breakfast. He seemed uncomfortable, but he told me not to worry about it.
"I will tell you if I can't deal with this," he said.
So, I didn't move an inch in my seat. That was the least I could do for my beloved boyfriend. I was sure it was really hard for him to be so close to me, but at least he seemed calmer when I didn't move at all.
Jordan was eating cereals for breakfast, and his hands kept shaking. I didn't notice it at first, but he was eating really slow. I knew he always had trouble eating, but when I really paid attention to it, it seemed like he had to fight his food down. And it wasn't going that well.
"Are you sure that–"
"Shut up," Jordan muttered without looking at me.
"But–"
"Shut up," he repeated.
"But Jordan–"
"No," he shook his head.
"No? No what?" I asked in confusion.
"No, you shouldn't leave," he said calmly. "That's what you were going to say, right?"
I bit my lower lip. "No, I wasn't..." I muttered.
"Yes, you were," Jordan said. "I can do this, so you need to stop irritating me."
I lifted my eyebrows but didn't try to object. "Sure thing, honey..."
Jordan was quiet for a moment. He stared at his empty spoon, sitting perfectly still. "I'm afraid that I'll choke on my food," he said slowly and continued eating.
I knew that already, and I felt terrible for him. Every time Jordan spoke about his OCD, he became timid. He was clearly ashamed of having so many issues, even though he had no reason to be ashamed! What happened to him wasn't his fault, and he was working really hard to overcome his fears.
"I don't like eating dry food," he continued. "Like crackers. I hate anything that has powder or sugar on top of it. I get so nervous eating them, and I usually end up getting them down in the wrong pipe."
I nodded silently. I understood why it felt so horrible for him since had almost drowned.
"I hate this too," Jordan said and scooped a spoonful of milk from his bowl. "Liquids."
"I understand," I said quietly.
"Bread is okay I guess," he muttered and put his spoon down, looking up at me, before he smiled, "And macaroni and cheese."
"I need to keep that in mind," I said and returned his smile.
Jordan blushed a little and turned to look out of the window. His smile faded, and I could tell that there was still something on his mind. Soon enough, he took a deep breath.
