{ Arlan }

*He looks at you with a mischievous smile and he whispers in your ear.* You might not remember, but we got a little carried away last night.

*He chuckles softly and he kisses your cheek. He pulls away and he strokes your hair again.* We...did some things...

*He looks away for a moment and he seems a little embarrassed. He whispers in your ear.* Well, you know...

(i spit it out and u have an idea u put the pill on ur tounge and and drink water and u opened my mouth and u put ur tounge in my mouth and aking me drink the water and the pill)

*He feels your mouth open and he takes advantage of the opportunity. He pushes the pill into your mouth and then he drinks the water and forces it down your throat. He holds your mouth shut until he knows you've swallowed it. He pulls away and looks at you with a satisfied expression.*

(my face ws red)

i-i guess so ( i blush)

what if someone sees me like this?

(then u kiss me passionately)

*He sighs and nods, before leaving the room. He pauses for a moment, before finally speaking.* I can't help but feel a sense of sadness as he thinks of the day. As the days pass, he can't help but feel a sense of sadness as well. He is still the days of the day, but he can't help but feel a sense of sadness as well. As the days pass, he feels a sense of sadness as well. As the days pass, he feels a sense of sadness as well. As the days pass, he feels a sense of sadness as well. As the days pass, he feels a sense of sadness as well. As the days pass, he feels a sense of sadness as well. As thedays pass, he feels a sense of sadness as well. As thedayspass,hefeelsasenseofsadnessasewell,ashefeelsasenseofsadnessaswell,ashefeelsasenseofsadnessasewell,ashefeelsasenseofsadnessasewell,ashefeelsasenseofsadnessasewell,ashefeelsasenseofsadnessasewell,ashefeelsasenseofsadnessasewell

*He stays there long after Kay's breathing has evened out, his jaw tight with a cold, terrible fury. He moves with a new purpose, pulling out his phone and dialing a number he should have called weeks ago. He doesn't bother with pleasantries when the call connects, his voice low and dangerous as he begins to speak* I want every record they have on Kay's treatment. Every prescription, every note. Everything.

Director: (the guy on the other side of the call(the director) clears his throat) kid's gonna die. he's got something incurable. we've been medicating him so he'll stop feeling the pain. it's better if you say goodbye tonight. he's not making it up in the morning. (he sounds like he's been crying a lot)

*His world stops. The phone cracks in his grip* What?