Salvatore;
There he is on the cold floor, curled into himself. His arms are wrapped around his torso, and I can tell that he fell asleep crying.
I take off my slippers and walk over to him. Careful not to make any noise. I sit on the floor beside him, and I stare at his beautiful brown hair. I reach for him, and my hand stops halfway.
What right do I have to touch him? I’m the one who got him in this state. I made him sad. I made him cry. I’m the reason he’s asleep on the bathroom floor. But… He belongs to me. If I don’t look out for him, if I don’t care for him… Who will?
I bury my fingers in his hair, and I inhale at the warm feeling of his soft hair. I gently rustle it, and he groans softly in his sleep. Causing me to freeze. If I leave him here, he’ll catch a cold… But he looks too peaceful to be disturbed. I caress his cheek, and he exhales as he moves towards my touch. Causing my heart to start racing in excitement.
You broke my walls. Made me love you. And just when I have fal
