river of blood.

bloom day

at weekdays we grew ever more close.

and at weekends we grew ever more distant.

i wasn't going to lie, i did want to know more about him. the poor boy laps up all the things i say but stays quiet whenever i ask him about his life. what he does. who he is.

but i had him.

because that day at the gate of his house, i reached up and placed a kiss on his lower lip.

and he didn't pull away.