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your feet are planted on the floor, palms rested on the cool comforter beneath you.
your mind’s hazy but you know someone’s talking to you, yet it sounds much more like droning, buzzing away in the back of your skull.
you force your mind to focus, despite the pushback, the lazy voice finally making some sort of sense.
”i was thinking that i should stop talking to her, you know?” a velvety monotone voice asks you.
you force yourself to absentmindedly nod, unsure of what or who he was even talking about.
“you listening to me?” it, he asks, you cock your head to the side, staring at the man as soon as the question processes in your brain.
“yeah, sorry” you mumble out, tongue heavy in your mouth.
you swore the voice wasn’t yours, yet you could feel the vibrations in your throat, assuring you that it was.
he hesitantly nods in response, all hazy eyes and slightly furrowed brows.
you lay down on your back, too unfocused to do anything but that.
the bed shifts under you, a new warmth settling next to you.
your eyes trail over to Trents relaxed form.
messy black hair, a slight stubble and red half lidded eyes but ultimately Perfection.
he turns his head towards you lazily, red eyes locking onto yours.
neither of you bother to say anything, or look away.
your lips curl into a janky smile, all crooked edges.
your eyes look over his face, trailing over his freckles and scars, all so unique and undoubtedly him.
to you they are as meaningful as constellations.
or maybe that’s just the weed talking.
and when you wake up tomorrow perhaps they’ll go back to just being freckles and scars again.
but in this moment, you can’t help but feel like every part of him is everything.
soul and mind, you feel as if you’re both intertwined, maybe you are.
will you ever talk about it? no.
but that doesn’t mean it isn’t there.
you close your eyes, mind still hazy but now feeling lighter.
and when you wake up the next morning neither of you mention or ask how your bodies had became entangled in the night.