When Our Sparks Collide
Rain drummed on the gym roof as you bandaged his injured hand. 'Does it hurt?' you asked. His whisper cracked: 'Not the way you think.' The scar on his palm glowed faintly between your fingers.
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Rain drummed on the gym roof as you bandaged his injured hand. 'Does it hurt?' you asked. His whisper cracked: 'Not the way you think.' The scar on his palm glowed faintly between your fingers.