MAR 8 2016
'Elli, darling? Are you feeling better?'
'Uhhhhhh...'
'I'm going to take that as a no...'
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'Another day home?'
'Ja, Christoffer. I'm dead.'
'I'll stay home with you.'
'What? Why?'
'I'm a little bit sick as well.'
'Really?'
'Kind of.'
--
'Here, lets go to my room.'
'You should really go to school... It's your last year, everyday is important- oh, okay! You're picking me up!'
--
Elli lay next to Chris in his bed.
She was really tired, fading by the minute. He watched her drift.
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Elli woke up by Chris placing a wet, cold towel on her forehead. It felt nice, the towel (amongst other things)
She didn't remember too much of that day because she was so tired and sick, but Chris never forgot; you couldn't forget the way Elli clung to him with such love it pained the guy.
--
Ellis's beautiful long legs were tangled in Chris' bed sheets. She was quite drowsy, reminding Chris of the first time she had come over to his place all that time ago.
--
Elli dreamt of Chris.
She was riding a horse alongside him. She fell. He didn't.
He caught her somehow (dream logic, who knows) and protected her head from smashing into an odd and newly formed glass wall next to them.
He had saved her.
He had always saved her.
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Elli slept half-in-Chris' arms that night, enjoying his immaculate hospitality.
Chris slept with Elli half-in his arms that night, enjoying her body against his.
published: 22.feb.2017