∽ m i r a c l e ' s p e r s p e c t i v e ∽
"I'm already dead, Miracle." he tells me silently, "And so are you."
That makes me chuckle on my throat. May be he's right. Then I notice his cheek, it is bleeding. I wounded him below the eye. I immediately lift my hand and caress it. It smears more. Ah, right, my hands are both wounded and tainted with blood.
"I'm sorry, it got worse." I apologize, pertaining his stained cheek.
"It's all right," he mutters as he puts away a strand of hair from my face and I almost close my eyes. "I'm sorry if I kissed you."
I snort, shrugging off. Then he caresses my cheek, and this time, I fully closed my eyes under his touch and open them shortly. I saw him leaning in, my mind told me to move away, "Leave my lips alone, you ugly."
"I'm sorry," he answe
