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You leaned against the open window, pretending as if nothing has happened even though the sin was written all over you. A stream of air played against our bodies, wrapping around them like a set of bandages.
I tried not to look at you though I felt your gaze piercing violently through my skin, holding me back from crying. It has been too early, for both of us, wasn't it? We both knew it from the very start not to force the paths to one, but ignored it. Now we were paying for it, bit by bit. We betrayed ourselves, didn't we? But I didn't blame neither you nor myself. It didn't matter anymore.

I have shown you the triptych. It would have been better not to, but...
Your face has hardened. You have watched me with this serious look in your eyes, making it impossible for me to read you. My mind has gone blank for a moment, mixed with shame and guilt, realising what I've had done.

We both bore the mark of Cain, which we have inflicted on each other.

Shaking hands have encompassed my face, a fleeting touch of your lips on my forehead. Has it been this difficult for you? What has it been what you have had seen in it?

Everything was so silent. I couldn't even hear the tick-tock which has been always so loud one couldn't find for sleep. It began becoming unbearable. I wished you would say something, anything. But you remained silent and I wondered for how long you'd continue staring at me. You never said much for the same reason I did. But for now it was too cruel to take. I left. I left the room without turning around.
You didn't follow me. Was this it? So I thought.
I was already at the park, seeking some space for just myself, as I noticed the warmth of your breath against my neck. You pressed me hesitantly against your body. I searched with my hand for your face. Hot lines marked me the way, allowing me to do the same (for you).

Our paths had better be not clashed.

Description
You leaned against the open window, pretending as if nothing has happened even though the sin was written all over you. A stream of air played against our bodies, wrapping around them like a set of bandages.
I tried not to look at you though I felt your gaze piercing violently through my skin, holding me back from crying. It has been too early, for both of us, wasn't it? We both knew it from the very start not to force the paths to one, but ignored it. Now we were paying for it, bit by bit. We betrayed ourselves, didn't we? But I didn't blame neither you nor myself. It didn't matter anymore.

I have shown you the triptych. It would have been better not to, but...
Your face has hardened. You have watched me with this serious look in your eyes, making it impossible for me to read you. My mind has gone blank for a moment, mixed with shame and guilt, realising what I've had done.

We both bore the mark of Cain, which we have inflicted on each other.

Shaking hands have encompassed my face, a fleeting touch of your lips on my forehead. Has it been this difficult for you? What has it been what you have had seen in it?

Everything was so silent. I couldn't even hear the tick-tock which has been always so loud one couldn't find for sleep. It began becoming unbearable. I wished you would say something, anything. But you remained silent and I wondered for how long you'd continue staring at me. You never said much for the same reason I did. But for now it was too cruel to take. I left. I left the room without turning around.
You didn't follow me. Was this it? So I thought.
I was already at the park, seeking some space for just myself, as I noticed the warmth of your breath against my neck. You pressed me hesitantly against your body. I searched with my hand for your face. Hot lines marked me the way, allowing me to do the same (for you).

Our paths had better be not clashed.