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Tyler's hands make you feel special as if you're the only thing that matters in this fake, forgotten world. His hands are rough and calloused around my body but that only makes me crave it more. He trails his kiss that's on my hand, making me shiver and whispers.
“You're mine, Psycho-Boy.”
And then his lips are on my ear, his nose caressing my temple, and then my fucked-up cheek and ends up with his nose pressed on mine.
I am Jack's fluttering heart.
The ratty bed whines underneath us as Tyler gets up from beside me. I try to reach out to him but my hands feel like they weigh a thousand pounds and my eyes are dropping. I can barely see Tyler now.
I try to tell him to stay, that I need him, but my throat feels like shit and I only manage to get out a whine.
Tyler laughs and says, “Sleep, buddy.”
And he leaves, leaving the door half-open, and I see him disappear in the darkness.
I am Jack's shut-down body.