[And he remembers lying beneath the big old tree near the graveyard with Petre earlier that day, watching him when he seemed to have fallen asleep. Little images, just as he took them in: the soft curve of a closed eyelid. The sweep of dark eyelashes across a pale cheek. The peaceful line of his lips. The slight tilt of his neck. That sense of wonder that he could look so innocent at all.
He's certain he's bleeding thoughts again, they're so strong, but it's like his own brain is fighting with him. Throwing up exactly what disproves his chosen beliefs.]
Everything was fucking confusing, that was just another one to add to the pile. It's done now.
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[And he remembers lying beneath the big old tree near the graveyard with Petre earlier that day, watching him when he seemed to have fallen asleep. Little images, just as he took them in: the soft curve of a closed eyelid. The sweep of dark eyelashes across a pale cheek. The peaceful line of his lips. The slight tilt of his neck. That sense of wonder that he could look so innocent at all.
He's certain he's bleeding thoughts again, they're so strong, but it's like his own brain is fighting with him. Throwing up exactly what disproves his chosen beliefs.]
Everything was fucking confusing, that was just another one to add to the pile. It's done now.