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the atmosphere inside the safety department reeked of cheap beer, of the faintest trace of sweetness, of death and everything that stood against what ‘safety’ was supposed to be.
“netzach-nim,” my eyes bore into the hollow of the other’s ears, the slump on his shoulders. “i was assigned to this department under your supervision. it has been advised to me that i would be of use here.”
the chair shifted slightly, and so did the breath that i had held for so long;
“mmh…”
dearest, he’s right here in front of my eyes, my embrace, the fire smoldering deep inside barely concealed — the scenery seemed to have changed around me, and it had felt like, for the briefest moment, i was twelve again. it was raining outside, and there he was, in the pouring storm. running.
running.
running.
running towards me, because it was raining and he had nowhere to hide, because i was his shelter and he could be safe with me.
“why here?” his voice was slurred, drowsy. “i bet chesed would’ve given you an easier time. or was this angela’s doing?”
“no, netzach-nim. it was my own decision.” i managed to muster up a reply, my voice shaky. “i hope i can be of service.”
to you.
just like all those years ago, with thunderstorms roaring outside the four walls, and your heat wrapped up in my arms.
he stood up from his seat, and i almost didn’t catch the barest hint of tremor in his legs. with a can of something in hand, of what i could only assume was alcoholic, he stumbled out of the room.
his shoulders, so tired and real and so painfully mine, brushed against me for the briefest moment, and i felt my skin froze.
“try not to die, yeah?”