“Come here,” Rika said. Her voice wasn't a command. It was a worn-out invitation.
She smiled, a sad, small curve of her lips. “Because it’s the only thing in this apartment that knows how to fix things without breaking them more.” -SexArt- Rika Fane - First Aid Kit -14.06.2023-
Rika opened the kit with a soft click . Inside, the arrangement was meticulous: gauze, medical tape, a small bottle of iodine, cotton balls, a pair of blunt-tipped scissors. She pulled out an antiseptic wipe, tearing the packet open with her teeth. “Come here,” Rika said
Elias hesitated, his jaw tight. The scrape on his side stung, a physical echo of the sharper cuts they’d inflicted with words. He pushed off from the wall and walked over, the floorboards groaning under his weight. He sat on the floor between her knees, his back resting against the footboard of the bed. He wouldn't look at her. She smiled, a sad, small curve of her lips
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