His Halo is a Lie
My bathtub can barely contain his tall frame, with his long legs dangling by the sides, inches apart from each other.
He is bleeding.
The bat falls from my hands at once as I rush over. I notice him clutching his stomach, so I go there first, attempting to pry his hands away.
A groan slips from his lips. “You’re back.”
"Who are you?" I whisper, using my hands to block the bleeding, just as my eyes scan every surface of the bathroom, searching for the first aid box.
His eyes fly open, and I almost jerk back from their intensity. Two pools of icy grey eyes stare back at me in the dimly lit bathroom, framed by the most perfect features I have ever seen in my entire life.
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