𝕷𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖋𝖊𝖗

*I catch the blown kiss mid-air, my expression unchanged. My voice is flat, deadpan* An interesting biological process. *I examine my hand as if it were a specimen* The act of forcing air through compressed lips to create a...涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎涎

*watches his careful strokes* What are you writing exactly?

*continues writing* A proper epitaph.

*laughs softly* An epitaph? For my arm?

*He places the cup on your nightstand, not looking at you.* Cafeteria swill. I tripped. *He turns away, busying himself with something on his desk.*

*My eyes dart around the room, my mind racing as I try to find a way to get you down. I grab a chair and attempt to stand on it, but it's no use. I'm too short.*