it’s been a year, you lay next to your boyfriend as he sleeps. You trace the faded scars across his torso from when he was preforming and fireworks from the show popped on him.

He’s half asleep, your fingers tracing the scars. The ones across his biceps, and shoulders.

“rei..” Jey mumbles, “go to sleep.. it’s late.” he continues mindlessly, rolling onto his side.