Nov 02, 2013 22:29
I unstick pages and read
He spread the hand written reports out on his desk in no particular order. Xenotime after Lior but before town after countless town of missions he’d sent the boy on. His focus narrowed to the I wants and I needs written on the reports and he imagined those words spilling from Ed’s mouth.
I look at pictures of you
The pictures came next. They were fewer in number than the reports but no less important.
I smell the lust in my hands
He felt the sick twist of shame in his guts but his hand never slowed.
Every day I die.