Staring at his skin, Andy's brows furrowed in disdain.
No matter how he tried to forget, the touch and caress of Levi continued to linger on his skin.
The image of Levi's hand defiling his skin will always remain stagnant in his brain, no matter how he tries to forget. He ran his hand through his skin in disdain.
So Filthy. Extremely filthy. He needed to take a bath. Yes, he needed to wash himself again and again until...
Hayden frowned and grabbed Andy's wrist, jolting him awake from his trance and stopping his actions. "At this rate, you'll be left with no skin." He chided Andy, but his voice was gentle and laced with worry.
No skin? Andy's shoulder trembled, and he peered into the distance as if he had just been enlightened. He stared at himself with disdain and began to mumble, "Want that. Can't bear to look in the mirror. Hate my skin. Hate me… Wuu. Hayden. I can't..." Andy broke down into tears again.
