Passion Face

Passion Face

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I never struck myself as the type of man to stare at a corpse, but there was something about this one that gave me a sense of compassion; a sense of... Lust. Maybe it was empathy. But I would not alter my view right now if I could. It was rare, and raw, this moment between myself and this stranger, deep scarlet, some sort of pull stronger than any I have ever experienced with anyone whose lips grazed mine.
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"Please wake up." I said as I held his hand. I looked for any sign of response; a movement beneath an eyelid, a twitch of a finger. Nothing. He was just... blank. I felt the tears come. I played with his hand in mine; traced invisible messages in his palm with my finger, hoping just maybe he'd magically be able to get them. Tears started falling down my cheeks. I held his hand gently against my lips. Tears dropped on his fingers until they were as wet as my eyes. I rested my head on his limp hand. "I told you I needed you to stay."

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