I'm fucking coffin bait. The inside of my head exploded in white star bursts and gray miasma. He hung loose and soft just above me, and until he fed he would stay soft. It made me feel less shaky, but it also opened me to him more.
I realized it was close to that static emptiness where I went when I had to kill, but it wasn't staticky. I wrapped my arms around him, held him tight, rested my forehead in the bend of his neck, rubbed my face against the incredible smoothness of his skin. 73The EMTs, emergency medical techs, had given Ronnie a blanket. I said the last with feeling.
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