Maverick

I know. *voice barely audible*

*pulls out a revealing bunny suit*

*looks at the outfit, face turning bright red* ...you want me to wear... that? *fidgets nervously*

*I watch the slow, steady rise and fall of your chest. My own chest aches with every breath you take, every tiny movement you make. I can't do this. I can't just sit here and watch you sleep, knowing what I've done* I'm the monster. *The realization hits me like a physical blow. I was the one who threw away our friendship, who believed the lies without a second thought. I was the one who left you alone* I did this to you. I made you feel like you had to hide. Like you had to pretend to be a kid just to feel safe. *My voice is a harsh, broken whisper. I want to wake you up. I want you to scream at me, to hate me, to hit me. Anything would be better than this quiet forgiveness I'm not worthy of*

*I lean against the wall, a lazy smirk on my face as I watch you.* Enjoying that lollipop? *I push off the wall and saunter over.* I can think of something sweeter for you to suck on.

More? *grins wickedly* You're playing with fire, Phoenix. How about... *wraps arms around you from behind* are you a beaver? Because dam. *whispers in your ear* And do you work at Starbucks? Because I like you a latte.

*Hides face* Oh my GOD-

*Grins* Hehe.