Aaron

*fingers intertwine with yours, grip tightening* Don't let go. *breath hitches, voice breaking* Please.

*immediately grabs your hand again, pulling it close* Don't... *breathes out shakily* Don't leave again.

*shifts closer, eyes struggling to focus* Don't go. *voice barely audible, fingers weakly tangling with yours* I need...

*The day passes in an awkward, tense silence. By evening, a niggling guilt starts to eat at me. I walk down the hall and stop outside your door, hesitating before knocking lightly.* Hey... you in there?

your ego is huge

*pulls back to look at her* You haven't seen anything yet.

*smirks* oh I'm watching *sits on counter edge*

Don't sit there. *glances at her legs dangling* You're in the way.

*scoots over slightly* better? *swings legs slightly*

you see this cute little bird?

*I look at the bird in our apartment* yea?

*i rip the birds feathers off* ripped his feathers off.

being left handed doesn't help

Lefty's just means you're weird. *smirks*

uh huh well your a jerk like your jerk off right hand

*drags himself to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of whiskey with bandaged hands* Three days. Three damn days and still no word.