The next three chapters of "You're Taking Over Me" are very short, and will be uploaded today and in the two following days.
Then we'll have a short break, the shortness of which depending on how fast I'll be able to write the next chapters, and afterwards the last few chapters will be posted (they'll be longer, of course).
In the meantime, enjoy!
So far we have:
Save Me | Embrace Me | Await Me | Intoxicate Me | Leave Me | Dream Me | Forgive Me | Wake Me | Hallucinate Me | Dress Me | Know Me | See Me | Hurt Me | Protect Me
Text Me
After two weeks at the hospital, and three more in bed at his own house, the bruises faded. The cuts healed. The three cracked ribs finally allowed him to breathe.
But even after they did, he had no will to go outside or see something other than his familiar four gray walls; the world seemed grayer than those.
Dave, Sebastian and Trent called him sometimes, but he knew they'll manage on their own. All of them were bigger than him anyway.
Kurt texted him every night, but he never replied.
Are you okay?
How are you feeling?
Do you want me to come over?
No, he shouldn't reply.
He shouldn't, right?
Kurt is better off without him, safe and sound inside the protected bubble of his own life.
But was he better off without Kurt?