05-31-2016, 08:09 AM
Cruz didn't want to talk about his father and was grateful that Ivan moved forward anyway. He didn't know why he'd help him now. Clearly he was pissed about the way he'd been spoken to. His father was a hard man but he was a good man. He didn't just kill people he was a cop. He had to believe it meant something. He would find the answers.
Cruz sat up and hung his legs over the side of the bed and closed his eyes. A light? What the fuck! Cruz tried to empty his mind. It worked at first, he was thinking of nothing but nothing was still something. How did one blank their mind?
Cruz sighed and tried again. Nothing... Still produced nothing. His mind wandered to all the things he was missing right now. He didn't know how long he'd been in bed sick. His head still hurt. The pain waxed and waned in the emptiness and Cruz really didn't know what he was supposed to be doing.
The dim light in his room faded into the darkness while Cruz sat on his bed with his eyes closed, the faint pink glow had grown dark and Cruz knew he'd been sitting her trying for hours. But he had nothing, saw nothing, felt nothing. He couldn't feel any warmth, or see any light. He had to be over thinking it.
Cruz flopped back in his bed. "I give up. Nothing is happening." He sighed. "Tell me what it's like." Cruz had no idea what was going on. "What was your first time like?" That sounded so wrong to be asking another guy.
Cruz sat up and hung his legs over the side of the bed and closed his eyes. A light? What the fuck! Cruz tried to empty his mind. It worked at first, he was thinking of nothing but nothing was still something. How did one blank their mind?
Cruz sighed and tried again. Nothing... Still produced nothing. His mind wandered to all the things he was missing right now. He didn't know how long he'd been in bed sick. His head still hurt. The pain waxed and waned in the emptiness and Cruz really didn't know what he was supposed to be doing.
The dim light in his room faded into the darkness while Cruz sat on his bed with his eyes closed, the faint pink glow had grown dark and Cruz knew he'd been sitting her trying for hours. But he had nothing, saw nothing, felt nothing. He couldn't feel any warmth, or see any light. He had to be over thinking it.
Cruz flopped back in his bed. "I give up. Nothing is happening." He sighed. "Tell me what it's like." Cruz had no idea what was going on. "What was your first time like?" That sounded so wrong to be asking another guy.