Whispers

 
 

Fourth Attraction

He went over it again and again in his head. Laugh, touch, silence, fear, drain. Laugh, touch, silence...

Something in the silence was missing. The last time... He raked one hand over his eyes, trying to think above the roaring in his skull. He hadn't forgotten the chipped porcelain, the brush of that soft skin.

Touch; silence; fear, wonder, and curiosity; drain and this pounding in his head.

What happened? What in the world happened? Fear? Wonder? Curiosity?

Laugh, touch, silence, fear, drain.

"Merde." He gave in about fifteen minutes into this dizzy, whirling feeling and went to find her.

 


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