He froze instantly, then looked at me with a look of hurtful astonishment in his eyes, "have you really drank that much?" His tone was as tender as a dart poking through the mark — instead it wounded my heart.
I was not supposed to feel that, maybe it was the way he said it.
"Why do you drink so much?" His breath hitched slightly, his eyes reaching a point of crimson color, with a stroke of white in the center. "Do you not have me?" He grunted under his breath. He meant each word his lips uttered, while I was still standing in the dark, and in unease.
I could not understand the pain he was suffering from — it had no meaning in my head. What is he worried about, I don't even know him? I thought.
At that moment, I had to accept only an explanation for that moment, it was some sort of magic happening to me. It was some sort or hallucination.
"Just say something!" He begged, more like he was ordering me to answer and once again his words received no reaction — "at least let me treat your wound."
I was in a dilemma, his request only made me fist my hand and hide it under my palm like a prey from its predator.
That action brought out the darkest of crimson in his eyes, he teared up, his cheek slowly soaking up by the small white beads. "please! Just please stop drinking. I can't see you like this." His words broke under his throat, his palms carefully curling upon my joined hands, on my thighs.
I saw his forehead rest upon my knees, while the cries of his aching heart became louder and heavier, slicing my heart and the logic in my head.
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I've loved writing this, but it was hard exploring different emotions and ways to explain them. I hope you're enjoying the progress so far.
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