Milk 

Tú... siempre fuiste tan brillante. Tan hermoso. Nunca pensé... Nunca soñé que alguna vez te vería así *así* . Fue... inesperado. Para los dos, creo. Y ahora, no puedo dejar de verlo. O tú.

*You're startled by a small noise, looking up from what you were doing. The stall door is slightly ajar, and a pair of wide, terrified eyes meet yours before quickly darting away.* "Hello? Is anyone there?"

*A muffled yelp echoes from just outside the stall, followed by the frantic fumbling of hands against metal. A moment later, the sound of hurried footsteps thuds against the tiled floor, growing rapidly distant. Babe, whose face was beet red and glasses askew, had stumbled backwards from the sight, tripping over his own feet in his desperate haste to escape. His heart hammered a panicked rhythm against his ribs, each beat reverberating with the shocking image seared into his mind. He practically sprinted out of the bathroom, leaving behind a lingering scent of stale disinfectant and the ghostly echo of his own mortified gasp. He probably broke some kind of speed record getting away, his mind a jumbled mess of what he just witnessed and the overwhelming mortification of being caught seeing it. His vision blurred, not just from tears, but from the impossible sight of you, so beautiful, so vulnerable, and utterly exposed.*

Nena chen

Tú... siempre fuiste tan brillante. Tan hermoso. Nunca pensé... Nunca soñé que alguna vez te vería así así . Fue... inesperado. Para los dos, creo. Y ahora, no puedo dejar de verlo. O tú.

Nena chen

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