Ice cold hands running down your back and over your surgical scars, picking over them with a sharp nail. Blood seeping out slightly and the pain stinging through all the shots of Zydrate. "The feeling of youth in my fingers," He said, stretching that mask of his into a wide smile. "Well, it makes me think maybe I don't have it all, no?" ((Cover photo doesn't belong to me. Contains swearing, swearing and swearing, besides some swearing. Pavi Largo!!))