Door Man
Description
"The room is on fire and she's still fixing her hair."
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Fool.
His lies roll through your phone when he tells you that he won't come home.
You're deaf.
His collar reeks the smell of roses when he takes his clothes off.
You're anosmiac.
His tongues tastes like lipstick when you kiss him goodnight.
You're ageusiac.
His arms feels like winter when he encloses you in his chest.
You're insensitive.
His left hand is empty when I saw him with another girl.
You're blind.
You're a fool.
Just come to me, come as you are.
Foreword
Hello, my dear readers!
I'm nervous -- it's my first time writing a het fic! Isn't it uncanny that I've been posting homo stories until now? Hmm...
This will be a oneshot, by the way. Hehe.
I hope you'll enjoy reading this.
007 is now signing off.
6:25PM, 09/13/2012
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