Her bed was small. Allowing us to share the heat radiating from our bodies into each other. She lay next to me, panting softly. I the same, only sweating as well.
Take that fucking lawyer boi!
We gazed deeply into each other's eyes until one of us fell asleep. It being me. By morning, I was gone. Leaving no trace of my existence but a note.
-I made you eggs. Still hot. Text me.-
-Thanks for the food!-
I smiled at my phone.
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s o r r y f o r t h e
i n c o n v e n i e n c e .
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NouvellesWhat does it mean to be h u m a n ? · · · To live? Breath? To be able to feel, perhaps? Physically, yes. Everyone with a beating heart can do so. · · · Or possibly to be human is to l o v e . · · · To love a person and cherish every second with them...
