The roads were slick as I raced down the dark streets. The rain poured harder and harder, blinding my view. 67. 69. 70.My face was still hot from where he last touched me. Touched. It was burning as the blood ran to it. I’m sure it was pink already.
He was something I don’t remember. Something I have never seen before.
I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have. But I have.
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I want to head home. Away from where I just was. Away from his touch. Away from the pain. Away from the burning.
The tears stung as they rolled down. The images in my head were too new. Too fresh. I didn’t want to see. My eyes replay it, while my mind wants to forget. My body wants to forget.
The burning increased.
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I couldn’t tell the difference between the rain and my tears. Couldn’t see. I closed my eyes. He was someone else. He wasn’t him. Justin.
It never happened. I wanted it to never happen. I’m sorry. Forgive me.
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I didn’t see it. I didn’t see the road. I didn’t see the tree. I didn’t see a thing. I wanted to be home. To be in my bed. Faster and faster ahead. My home. My bed. It was waiting. Waiting for me.
I felt the burn turn into pain. Pain into hurt. Hurt into sorrow.
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Almost home. Almost there. Almost gone.
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The driveway was empty. Park the car. Get out… door is open. I saw him. Him. Justin. He was on the floor, crying. He saw me.
I wanted to run. Back to the car. Out. Gone. Not here.
He came after me. I felt his touch once more. Burning. My throat burns. His touch is cold. Warm. The burning is warm. I’m sorry. I fall. My life escapes me. Soaks in the grass.
I’m sorry Justin. I’m sorry. I only. I only. The burning ceased.
Give me your tears. Forgive me. I’m sorry. Wade was just… there. In the trunk. My life mixed with his. I’m sorry Justin. I’m sorry.