The smoke curled in the humid air. The sheets felt damp and sticky under me. I lay sprawled, one leg over the edge of the bed whilst the linen sheet was draped loosely over my groin. I looked around the dim room. At the far end, next to the door, stood a bookshelf filled with porcelain dolls all looking at me, half smiling and blushing. The walls were a bubble gum pink scattered with posters of pop stars and ‘one hit wonders’. Everything that I laid my eyes on was in pristine condition and insanely organized. The sheets smelled faintly of wild flowers reminding me of early spring.

I felt her warmth and softness next to me, her breath against my chest. Her tousled hair fell over her face hiding her angelic features. Her body felt so tiny and fragile in my arms. She whispered my name and her eyelids fluttered. A sliver of light cut across a framed picture of her and her parents at her graduation. She looked so sweet and innocent. She looked safe in their arms.

That’s when I said to myself, “Dude, she's just a kid.” I rolled her over and I was out.

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