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Tyler let me stay at his place.
Now, Tyler's left me all to my lonesome in these walls.
I am Jack's chattering teeth.
The biting frost of winter has finally rolled around, and it's completely overtaken the house on Paper street. The frigid air penetrates Jack's form, his ratty bedsheets doing little to help. His pallor only deepens with each trembling breath escaping from his dried, cracked lips. Shuddering in bed, he whispers to the open air, "Oh, Tyler," his eyes flit shut as he continues, "Please deliver me." The cold breeze picks up, blowing hard through the cracked window, forcing Jack to lurch forward, curling into a small ball as the unforgiving winter continues to thrash his senses. Letting out a pained, pathetic whine, he continues to mutter to himself, Tyler, please... I haven't seen you in so long."
Being lulled by a familiar warmth and dip in the bed, Jack's eyes shoot behind him. His body draws to the mysterious warmth and his eyes set on the same man who vanished into thin air, now less than a foot away from Jack. His body warms up at the sight of Tyler, a rare pop of color brandishing Jack's hollow cheeks, his eyes setting firmly into Tyler's gaze. A scratchy laugh of disbelief escapes from Jack.
Tyler's eyes jump from the other's eyes, trailing down to Jack's cracked lips as he tauntingly greets,
"You know, you really do have a sick desperation in your laugh."
Jack's gaunt face tilts as far back as he can towards Tyler, yet he fails to even blubber out a sentence. Tyler scoffs, grabs Jack by the shoulders and wrestles the other so that the two would be facing each other.
Tyler never lets go.
Jack's face radiates warmth as the two men's faces are nearly pressed together, Tyler's strong and rigid arms holding the other in a vice grip.
Teasingly, Tyler utters "Feel better, champ?"
Tyler never lets go