Cath The stupid awkwardness was finally gone. They were indeed fools, denying themselves the only thing which right now made them feel anything, Cath thought. No matter what it was that they felt, even if Cath was too afraid to call it love. Anyway, it wasn’t meant to be.
Sex with Red was like a drug Cath was addicted to. He needed it as much as possible in order to forget the darkness inside of him still existed. He did prefer to fill himself with as much of Red as he could take instead, until he was so damn full there would be no place for anything else.
Red told him he loved him at any chance given now, and it was as many times as they were talking, but Cath was yet to say those words back. Not because they weren’t true, but because he was too afraid that if he did it, someone, somet
