The same fingertips he kissed, he loved.
The same fingertips that scratched and clawed, that felt trapped and killed for an escape from the freaking ordinary.
The same fingertips that wrote the note, the note containing eloquent phrases that caused heartbreak and pain, and eventually the death of the blue-haired neighbor.
The same fingertips that know not what to do, know not how to stop pain yet try so hard to give everything to anyone..
That failed once again.