when youāre in bed with them, lying underneath as they shakily hold themselves up on top of you⦠whateverās been festering inside during their workday, finally allowed to come out to play tonight⦠you hear obvious crackles of phlegm catch with each irregular hitch⦠and as if they heard it too, they hold one last look with you between squinted, watery eyes as if to say āyou asked for itā¦ā before their expression morphs to utter helplessness.
In your final moments, as if there were any way you could delude yourself about it, you think to yourself anyway;
āyeah.. I am definitely catching their coldā¦ā
There is now nothing standing between you and their sickness as they completely lose themselves to their fit
























