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- Do you still have nightmares?
Maachin asked about it so casually, taking in the dressing room with the face paint. Looking carefully at his reflection, he does not forget to glance through the same mirror partner lying on the couch with the phone.
- Why do you ask?
On this issue head-on, Yone strains. He wasnt` terribly fond of talking about his dark side and, in particular, the nightmares. Yes, there is something that torments him for a long time, but is now the time to do this? Machida is forever, this is the best time for such questions. Putting aside the phone, Tsuyoshi sits down and stares at the floor, rubbing his forehead with his fingers. Trying to focus, but doesn`t know how to do it.
- Well, considering that I am at least sleep with you in bed, then maybe ...
Shingo breaks tirade in the middle and looking at the reflection, or rather, the movement of a partner, which are now shown on the channel of life, puts aside a cotton swab. Seated next to the favorite, he embraces his shoulders and gently stroking disheveled, her hair filled with varnish.
- I'm sorry, well, forgive me ...
He knows the most about this side of the Tsuyo, that he can`t bear to talk about it, and already feels guilty for having started this whole conversation. Closing his eyes, Shin-chan remembers the feeling of helplessness and fear. Chills and shivering, clinging to a strong shoulder, whispers Maachin:
- Sorry, sorry, sorry ...
Finally, Yone takes his hands from her face and gleaming in the light tracks of tears on her cheeks. One of the few times in life when you can afford to be weak, to be a girl. Noisy breath, he wipes his eyes and turned to a favorite, try to smile:
- I'm sorry.
- I love you, stupid. You know, there is no need to keep everything in itself. - with a gentle smile answers him Shingo and hugs even tighter.
This is enough to have escaped the horrors of life outside, and Maachin only remains that kissing him in the top of the head, hard pressed to him and stroking his trembling shoulders.
Maachin asked about it so casually, taking in the dressing room with the face paint. Looking carefully at his reflection, he does not forget to glance through the same mirror partner lying on the couch with the phone.
- Why do you ask?
On this issue head-on, Yone strains. He wasnt` terribly fond of talking about his dark side and, in particular, the nightmares. Yes, there is something that torments him for a long time, but is now the time to do this? Machida is forever, this is the best time for such questions. Putting aside the phone, Tsuyoshi sits down and stares at the floor, rubbing his forehead with his fingers. Trying to focus, but doesn`t know how to do it.
- Well, considering that I am at least sleep with you in bed, then maybe ...
Shingo breaks tirade in the middle and looking at the reflection, or rather, the movement of a partner, which are now shown on the channel of life, puts aside a cotton swab. Seated next to the favorite, he embraces his shoulders and gently stroking disheveled, her hair filled with varnish.
- I'm sorry, well, forgive me ...
He knows the most about this side of the Tsuyo, that he can`t bear to talk about it, and already feels guilty for having started this whole conversation. Closing his eyes, Shin-chan remembers the feeling of helplessness and fear. Chills and shivering, clinging to a strong shoulder, whispers Maachin:
- Sorry, sorry, sorry ...
Finally, Yone takes his hands from her face and gleaming in the light tracks of tears on her cheeks. One of the few times in life when you can afford to be weak, to be a girl. Noisy breath, he wipes his eyes and turned to a favorite, try to smile:
- I'm sorry.
- I love you, stupid. You know, there is no need to keep everything in itself. - with a gentle smile answers him Shingo and hugs even tighter.
This is enough to have escaped the horrors of life outside, and Maachin only remains that kissing him in the top of the head, hard pressed to him and stroking his trembling shoulders.