Whispers

 
 

last night

He would perch outside her bedroom window at night, watching her sleep.

The thick blankets rose and fell over her tiny body. She stirred, stretched a little, affording him a nice view.

He leaned forward involuntarily. He wanted to steal her breath away with hot, passionate kisses like she had done to him so long ago. Instead, he would stare at his Zippo lighter clutched in her small fist where he had left it almost a year ago.

He shuddered, knowing how much he had given away.

Finally, Pyro would sigh and turn away from his Kitten.

Night after night.
 


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