3.Exposure three.
T: Warnings the same and disclaimer the same!
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As he had sat on the cold concrete, cradling Justin's head in his hands, his mind had flooded with images of the other.
He had clung to the memories with a fierce desperation, focusing his mind on the feel of the younger man's clothes beneath his hands, the tone of his voice as he had talked, the fresh scent of his skin, anything other than the sticky warmth of the other's blood or the ever decreasing pace of his breath.
He yearned, so very desperately, to wake up and for the matter to be simply a dream. Yearned for the chance to hold Justin and know that he was alive, that everything was as it should be. He yearned, also, for the chance to go back to the man he had been before this had happened, yearned to be impassive once more and yet both desires were unattainable things.
He could not turn back time, could not undo what had been done. Nor would he ever be able to forget the sickness that was lurking in his stomach or the realisation that if Justin died a part of him would die also.
He could not forget and yet perhaps he might distract himself from the memories for a while, might be able to fool himself into believing that everything was okay and that he still felt nothing for the boy he could see through the glass of the doorway.
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T: This is the last one so, if you haven't already reviewed please do so!