ToLovePasta

~*It Is You I Have Loved*~ His limbs lay motionless amongst dunes of paper and dead leaves. His body was a willowy, wilted stem, and his face was a white pearl, unmarked by expression or verve. Sportacus’ usual reflex would have been to resuscitate the comatose victim. All he could accomplish was brushing a few wayward locks of hair from his cold forehead, almost afraid to interfere with such perfection. Robbie didn’t recoil, resist or flinch. His face remained serene and uncreased. The man seemed to have finally achieved the wholly passive state he had been yearning for as long as Sportacus could remember. And in it, he was bea