I was waiting for him again, at the bed. My knees to my chest and my back against the wooden railing of the bed. He didn't visit me yesterday. I was a little worried about him, but then he came inside. A piece of cake on his hand. He placed it at the table and then sat next to me, caressing my cheek like usual. I blushed and looked away, hugging my knees. He smiled, but before he could say anything, i whislered: Y-you didn't come yesterday....my lips pouting a little
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