[ he pulls back only after it feels like a century (he could go for a handful more, a soft laughter on his lips when his mouth moves away and he pushes further into the compartment, banging the door shut with the heel of his shoe. he's breathless (it's how jack always leaves him--and not even with a simple kiss. ]
I was afraid...
[ that i was alone. he doesn't finish the thought, the phrase, just closes his eyes. i was afraid. and he never says that to anyone--but jack would know otherwise. jack is his other half. they both like to think this way--their better halves of a whole when really they're both the ugly parts of life. he doesn't let go of him, loathe to really as the train rocks and the smell of something like grass and countryside. sweet and new. ]
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I was afraid...
[ that i was alone. he doesn't finish the thought, the phrase, just closes his eyes. i was afraid. and he never says that to anyone--but jack would know otherwise. jack is his other half. they both like to think this way--their better halves of a whole when really they're both the ugly parts of life. he doesn't let go of him, loathe to really as the train rocks and the smell of something like grass and countryside. sweet and new. ]