I'm Real
“Damian, it’s me. I’m real.” I held his head in my hands, so his focus was on me.
“No, no. You are not real. I want her too much that my mind plays a trick on me. I’m dirty. I’m sticky. She doesn’t want me. Those bastards.. always left me sticky. I need to get clean..” He kept on mumbling and scrubbing himself.
Bastards.. Men? What kind of activity could he be in involved in that left him sticky? Could it be he was involved in fights and got himself bloodied? The thought sent shivers down my spine. I shouldn't think about it now.
I stood on my tiptoes, circled my hands behind his neck, pulled his head down, and kissed him hard with everything that I had instead.