::Skewed::
I never figured out if it was an accident, and we never talked about it, but it was one of the earliest clues that something wasn’t quite right.
Perversely, though, it was also the day I realised the shit I felt for him went far beyond simply being his roommate.
Beneath the moody, suspicious eyes, he’d been so vulnerable that day, like he didn’t understand himself any more than I did.
I watched him blanch at the sight of the mangled burned skin on his palm, and all I wanted was to make it go away for him.
I’d never felt that for anyone before.
::KM::
Thanks for sharing this with us! this story looks so angsty!
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