December 22, 2016

“The silver-haired man bled from the mouth. His blood dribbled onto everything. It was on the couch and the floor and the walls. The silver-haired man held a hand to his mask to keep the blood back but the red leaked between his fingers. The silver-haired man collapsed. I brought the silver-haired man’s head onto my lap. I felt for his heart beat. His pulse was strong. Everything about him was strong. He bled and bled…”

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