You know I still like you the most
The best of the best
Sam curled up on the bed, waiting for Nate to come back and trying his best to not turn around and look at the window, which still held the all-too-tempting fantasy. His obsessions were interrupted by the loud groan underneath the bed, which had him sitting up with a start, looking to each side of it as if expecting to see gnarled hands reaching out across the floor.
There was nothing, but he still blinked away tears, the word 'marked' coming up in his mind again.
At least Nate's return made him feel a little safer, even if the man did enter carrying a blade which he began to heat. Sam knew what that meant, had read enough to know what Nate was going to do, and he reflexively drew his hand close to himself, dreading what was surely going to be a very painful experience. "...I don't think I'll ever be ready, so just...do it, please."
He held out his hand, a show of trust in Nate that he would award to very few people.
There was nothing, but he still blinked away tears, the word 'marked' coming up in his mind again.
At least Nate's return made him feel a little safer, even if the man did enter carrying a blade which he began to heat. Sam knew what that meant, had read enough to know what Nate was going to do, and he reflexively drew his hand close to himself, dreading what was surely going to be a very painful experience. "...I don't think I'll ever be ready, so just...do it, please."
He held out his hand, a show of trust in Nate that he would award to very few people.
and the worst of the worst
You'll always be my favorite ghost
SAMuEL
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