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Sometimes, I cannot stand seeing the same tall figure that seems to be loaded with white, green and black. I don’t think I can name many times I’ve enjoyed his company. When I have, I had to have been on something whether it was laced brownies or half a bottle of alcohol. It was quite embarrassing, honestly.
We were always at each other's throats. Were. I don’t know what made me tolerate him so much. He was way too much for me. Far too annoying, bratty, narcissistic, and so much more that my mind aches trying to remember everything about him.
That seems to have infected me quite a bit.
He seems to have infected me quite a bit.
“I wish you knew how much you’ve done to me, Sylvestre.” He spoke sternly yet softly under his breath. It was nothing louder than a whisper.
“Trust me bubbles, I can only begin imagining the same.” I responded in more of a teasing yet slurred tone. It was late at night and drowsiness had begun kicking it, it was very much expected.
My gaze seemed to have lingered on the scaly figure longer than usual. He seemed to catch on due to the heat from the received glare. In return, he received a sly smirk as I focused back on the mirror that sat in my lap. I had shifted myself on the lounging area and pointed the mirror at an angle to see the turquoise finger. It wasn’t the greatest angle and he’d much rather look at him directly but the moment just didn’t seem right to bother him.
The room was silent too. Though it was unbelievably comfortable. A comfort you always want to experience. He was the comfort I always wanted to experience. There was once a time somebody liked you filled it. It’s almost like they were you.
It’s all so hazy. His face, name, voice, everything. You remind me of them. I wish I knew why you did.