“What is it you want?” Robbe swallowed nervously.
“What I want? I don’t want anything,” he replied casually, swimming slowly in circles. He gained closer to the edge, crossing his arms and laying them there, his chin resting on his wrists. His sharp teeth gleamed.
“The question is what you want. What is it you desire, Robbe Ijzermans?” he asked.
— Drowning In You written by @sonderthroughthestreets / @embeddedinmybrain
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