SORRY.

Chapter. 23.

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When he finally got the nerve to open the door, the room was exactly what he had expected. Plain, neat, and smelled of chemicals that made his nose burn and his eyes water slightly. His eyes scanned the grey walls and the pieces of furniture, trying to avoid landing in the center of the room where he knew his lover was lying. Eventually, he couldn't avoid it any longer and he lets them fall to Levon's limp form tucked under the pristine white sheets and what looked like at least a hundred blankets. Levon looked like a mannequin, a life-sized doll of some sort in that bed. He looked so pale, so still and lifeless. The white sheets surrounding him only worsened the paleness of his skin, so much that he would almost look like a ghost, were it not for the dark bags underneath his eyes. His mouth parted slightly as his head lay back against the pillow behind him.

He thought he had cried enough but the tears that began to roll down his cheeks this time were like a river