Even years after recovering it would always haunt you, one look at your skin and it would all flood back into your brain like a thick smog ready to take it over. Keeping it under long sleeve was so much easier, unbearably hot during summer, but it was necessary.

You laid out on your bead, finally letting yourself breathe in a simple t-shirt, letting the air brush over the mattered skin on you, relaxing into your bed till a knock made you jolt. Before you could say anything, Sal walked right in, looking around a bit before his eyes stopped on you, hidden slightly between the eye holes of his mas he just froze.