C33 33

ɪ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄʜɪʟʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ sᴏ ʜᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴍᴇʟᴛᴇᴅ

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I washed his shirt and did the dishes. He's sleeping peacefully. I'm sitting on the chair, settled right in front of him and staring like the creep I am.

What if he's dead and I think he's sleeping?

I check if he's breathing or not, thankfully he is. I check his temperature, it has lowered down. That's good