Nights Like These
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Claws, sharp & feral, raked fleshy rows in skin so delicate. His scream cracked the air like a whip & he fell in a heap. Warm hands grasped him, but not before the cold stillness stole him away. His last thought, an apology to the brother holding him so firmly, salty fear already raining down from scared eyes above.