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[prismaticbleed]

(his p.o.v.)


wordlessly, i followed those lines of life beneath my fingers. from his temple, around the curves of his face, down to his chest. stopping below the scars.

his breathing was deliberate, shaking slightly. i could feel his heart racing as i pressed my lips to the space between his ribs, and the deliberation changed into a gasp. his hand was suddenly against my face, shaking slightly, as if to reassure himself that i was real.

he whispered my name like the secret I was, and i found myself lost in his voice, overwhelmed by the emotion of it. yet i was terrified that i would not be able to see him in his own eyes.

but he was there. he was there, clear and honest, the truth drowning us both.