JAMES
S
inking into the couch,
I rested my head back to close my eyes, and a long, tired groan escaped my chest. I barely had the energy to swipe away the sweat from my forehead. Behind my eyelids my mind was slow, and I took deep, calming breaths as the heat in my veins began to slowly cool.
“Does it hurt?” Next to me Hannah radiated concern, and I flopped my head forward to stare at my knuckles. The skin was broken, blood welling up from the crevices, and I flexed my fingers absently before shaking my head.
“Not anymore.” Her fingertips were soft, the stalks long and slender, and I pursed my lips together as she became stained with blood. The sight twisted my expression, and her lips thinned as the blood roaring in my ears gave way to the sounds of the gym around us.
“That’s so sad
