The closet was so small, he had to lie with his knees bent, and although he tried not to touch Laina, she stirred in her sleep, and her back pressed into his chest.
Even after thirty years, her smell touched him with powerful familiarity, a scent of milk and leather, of oranges and female sweat. The gods had blessed him by permitting him to inhale it once more.
Gently, he rested a hand on her arm, and she did not shrink from the touch. But he made no further move. Just hearing her breath at the same time as his thudding heartbeat was the sweetest music of his life.
Tomorrow, he would tell her what he had become, and leave.
Genre – Horror
Rating – PG-13
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