One hundred million twinkle lights in neon blue

“Look, here,” Colby’s voice is a surprise to hear in the dark living room. “where the fuck are you — there,” Merci feels Colby’s hand pat him a couple of times on the shoulder. “there you are. You still alive?”

At this point, in his high pacing state of mind, Merci wants to grab a kitchen knife and stab it in his thigh. Any other pain, especially one more manageable, is better than the chronic fire that burnt his inside for hours on end. There’s medical treatment for open wounds. There’s nothing that can be done here. Unless he wants to overdose on pain medication and say adios, but that’s scratched completely black in his mind.

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• Mercer A. Williams the Tigon
• Colby Davis the Eskijack
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