Hypochondria

4 years.
Thats how long ago I met him. Two years ago we fell in love.
One year ago we were infected.
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I stare blankly, silently at my pale hand. I analyzed the intricate network of crevices and wrinkles, ignoring my parloe officer drone on about "respecting your community and elders" or something. Hellium sat boredly beside me, staring at the clock as the minutes slowly ticked by. The parole officer sighed,
            "Just don't do it again, okay?" He seemed to be strangely sympathetiv today, or more than usual anyway. Hellium nodded, standing up. His gray-violet hair had gotten long, falling to about his shoulders. His arm was still infected, pitch black and covered in a silky fur. And I still loved him to death.
           "Hey! Don't forget your just 18!" the parole officer cried from behind us. Hellium snorted, leading me outside. It was raining and cold, the perfect mix.