o9. appreciation
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“Just one more time. Let me see you for the last time, Hoya,” you said, breathlessly whispering those shrill yearning on me. Your eyes were moist, tears welled up to the brim; counting seconds just to fall and greet the scarce skin of your melrose cheeks. The dangling pendant from your neck brushed against my covered skin as you moved to my height and left a familiar taste of your lips on my own. My chest constricted and for some reason I couldn’t draw air into my lungs anymore. It was hard to breath.
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