Call Me Tomorrow Okay?

Still no messages on my phone.
I guess he wasn’t going to call me back after all. I can’t really blame him; maybe I came on a bit too fast yesterday.
I noticed him long before he noticed me. His shiny black hair and unnatural blue eyes. I wasn’t the only one watching him, that’s for sure. His movements were elegant in a boyish way. And his smile…his smile. I would die for that smile.
Still no messages…
I thought about calling him, maybe to apologize for going too fast yesterday. I’m a coward, I know, but I just couldn’t bring myself to dial his number. Besides, he promised he’d call me when he was ready.
So I’ll wait. I’m patient.
I know, I’ll just casually stroll past his house. Just to see if he’s home. Maybe he’s out - that would explain why he couldn’t call me yet. He only lives half an hour away, anyway. Maybe he’s shy and is scared to call me. Silly boy. I’ll go to him and tell him that he doesn’t have to be scared. That I don’t mind if he needs time.
He lives pretty secludedly on a farm on the outskirts of town. I can hear the sheep in the stables as I approach. My heart skips when I see there are lights burning inside. He must be there; he told me yesterday that his parents would be gone for the weekend. They left him to look after the sheep for those days. Poor baby, that must be hard work. He was probably just too busy to call me.
I’ll have to stay here until his parents come back and help him take care of all those sheep.
I knock on the door, but he doesn’t answer. Maybe he fell asleep. The thought of his beautiful face even more softened by rest makes me smile. I try the door. It’s open. There’s hardly any crime around here, so I guess locking it isn't needed. I try to be as quiet as possible as I sneak through the house. I want to surprise him. I cringe at every creak the stairs make as I climb them.
Finally, I reach the bedroom and carefully open the door. There he is, lying in bed as I thought. Quietly, I switch on the nightlight at his desk so I can see his face.
His blue eyes are open, staring into space, and his whole face is one bloody mess. His cheeks have been carved, the skin mostly removed and hanging loosely on the sides of his face. He’s missing his fingernails; they are laid out on the bed, carefully arranged. On his bare chest, words are carved.
I look at him, my hands covering my mouth.
He’s still the same as I left him yesterday. He must have been so tired that he slept all day. How cute! I softly kiss his forehead, making sure I don’t wake him. Then I write another message below the one on his chest, letting him know I’m here when he needs me.
I leave the room, heading back outside. I think it’s time for the sheep to go to sleep.
And tomorrow I’ll introduce myself to his parents. I’m sure they’ll love me too.
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