Deflower 165

The hospital room was so silent that Bliss felt as if the sound of his own heartbeat was echoing off the walls.

“Ugh.”

Bliss bit his lower lip, pressing the back of his hand against his eyes to wipe away the tears that had quickly welled up. I can't cry. He had promised himself time and again, but every time he looked at Cassian’s sleeping face, the tears returned. It was only natural, for Cassian was as pale as a corpse.