Petal

Thirteen

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I went to the TV, opening the starwars DVD, pressing the eject button and puting it in, pressing play. I know it's his favorite.
I went back to my room, grabbing a candle I bought that I know he likes, lighting it and setting it on to his nightstand.
I thought hard.
What else do I have? Anything?
I went back to my room, looking through the bag, trying to find something, anything more.
I finally found a bag of his favorite candy, which I came to know from seeing a few too many empty bags around his room, another one of his favorite books, and the last of his records.
I grabbed them all, bringing them in to his room, setting them on his desk.
I set the candy beside him.
The credits began rolling on the screen and I sat back in the small sofa chair beside his bed, in the corner.
He glanced at the stuff, then finally at me.
He sat up a bit, pulling the blankets up and watching the movie, scooting farther away from where I was, holding the blanket in his fists.
I couldn't help but grin a bit. He was adorable. It was still weird saying that, as I practically kill people for a living and adorable is not usually in my vocabulary.
His hair was clean and hanging over his face, his skin had slightly more color to it, but still held a creamy pale color.
He caressed the robe's soft material, playing with it in his hands.
I saw his foot jolt to the star wars theme under the comforter. I found that hilariously cute.
He's so pretty, so mine. All mine. I'm surprised I still held off. I didn't think I could help myself this long.
Every time I saw him it grew stronger.
I hoped that when it overcame me I didn't hurt him. That's the last thing I want.
I wanted to lay in the bed beside him and kiss him all over as he watched the movie.
I held myself down in the chair, gripping the armrests, taking a deep, shaky breath. He didn't notice, ignoring me in general.
He opened the candy about half way, and that's the first time I saw a smile on his face, though it was small and faint. He munched on the candy and watched star wars and it was adorable. Eventually his eyes began drooping once more, the gummy candy going slack in his hands.
He finally fell asleep, his head facing me, his lips parted just a bit.
It was so tempting.
I slowly stood up, stretching and cracking my knuckles. I turned the tv off, circling around his bed and hesitating on blowing his candle out, deciding not to.
The reddish light it gave off looked too pretty on his skin.
I slowly and gently took the candy from his hands, setting it on his bedside. I then went to pull the covers over him but couldn't help but stop and stare. His sweater rode up and exposed his soft, pale tummy, as well as his pajama pants riding down, exposing his chubby, yet chiseled hips.
I wanted to touch them, run my hands over the slight curve his hips and waist made.
I wanted to kiss him so badly.
He stirred a bit, his head turning and facing me again. I shook myself out of it, pulling the covers back over him.
I blushed his Raven hair out of his face, running my hand to the back of his head, where it stayed. I just watched him.
I was in disbelief.
Part of me wishes I never saw him, that I never took him, essentially ruining his life. The other part of me is so thankful that I ever went out on that walk and that I ever even looked in his direction.
Thankful that I had him at all.
I pulled away before he could wake up and freak out, walking back to the lonely sanctity of my own room.

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