seeing him for the first time (again)
“Who are you?” Keith demanded, excitedly putting his free hand to his cheek. “What’s your name?”
“Eat the cracker, Keith.”
“Did god send you? Are you an angel?” Keith didn’t look very frightened as this concept of being dead worked its way out of him. Lance ran a hand through his own hair, smiling wryly.
“Please, eat the cracker, Keith.”
“What’s your name?” Keith’s voice cracked, desperately, excitedly. “Please. Who are you?”
“My name is Lance,” Lance paused, nerves sitting uncomfortably in the bottom of his stomach– deep, in the part he never searched. He licked his lips and ran a hand through his unwashed hair. “I’m, um, I’m your fiancé.”
Ghosting [DISCONTINUED]
Ghosting [DISCONTINUED]