the air conditioning is broken again. a buzzed headed boy lays on his stomach on the couch, shirt thrown off in exhaustion. a ghost lays on him, revelling in how warm and alive he feels. he's a little jealous as the other's chest moves up and down - breathing, alive. he knows he can't change the past, though, so he cuddles closer to the tattooed back of the boy. for the first time in 7 years, he sleeps.

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