Inked scars
Sun On the next morning I let him rub some lotion on my sensitive, inked skin so I wouldn’t get any infections. I wanted to do it but he insisted so I let him. It seemed like he was enjoying it. As if he was painting a picture.. he was so concentrated, silent and peaceful that I wanted to watch him forever.. He was really careful but I winced a little bit. He put the lotion away and took a deep breath. The silence was bothering me a little bit.. He sat down next to me and looked at me... I needed to do something because the whole situation felt so uncomfortable.. I didn’t even know what was wrong. Everything was alright last night but now he was silent again.. I knew that things were going through his head again and I wanted him to share these thoughts with me. I sat up and swallowed.
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