After what felt like a tormenting
eternity he ripped his lips away.
I sat there.
Shocked.
Heckyl was gloating. Waving a worn
fifty in Charlie’s face.
Quickly snatched, Charlie then stood
to his feet.
“I’m going for a walk.”
And with that he turned and strode off
without another word.
Slitch was watching me oddly.
The others had circled Heckyl; the
obvious victor in the mental battle that had taken place mere moments before.
I knew he was the victor.
Because I felt like I had lost.
“Jealous.” Slitch muttered and I
looked at her.
She looked sad as she herself then
stood up and left.
I was alone.
Instantly I began to feel the clawing
tendrils of my shell quickly start begging for me to recede.
And for a moment I believe I started
to.
But I stopped.
I thought of Charlie.
Then of Slitch.
Both I admit I have feelings for.
Yet.
I close my eyes.
A tidal wave of thoughts, memories and
emotions spilled across my mind and quickly washed away all but one fact.
I opened my eyes.
Stood up.
And ran.
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