"come here," i murmured softly.
out of the darkness, he ambled clumsily to my bedside. he was little more than an apparition, a combination of black, white and grey, his white-blonde hair a shade of silver in the murky light. without hesitation, he climbed under the sheets beside me. warmth radiated from him as he burrowed closer into me, not making a sound. i held him tightly. his breathing slowed, his figure faded, and i was left alone, just like before.
my eyes opened.
this, i understood.
my collection of guilty pleasures. another one returned.
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