of course. Boris didn't stay forever. Theo had known he wouldn't, but that didn't mean he was prepared when it finally happened. A week and a half were spent in quiet bliss, soft mornings full of kisses and long nights full of drugs and parties at Boris's friends.
He seemed to have friends everywhere. Theo was not one for making friends and spent most of these parties in the corner of a room drinking, or glued to Boris's side, attempting small talk.
He didn't mind it though. Boris seemed happy. a week and a half he spent in what he felt was real contentment. He was happy too, when he was with Boris. a week and a half.
He had claimed to need to go to the gas station for cigarettes, asking if Theo needed anything. Then, with a promise to come back and a quick kiss on the lips he disappeared into the night.
At first, Theo had really believed he would be back. He sat on the couch, with a movie paused on the television, waiting for Boris. fifteen minutes. The gas station was a five minute drive. It shouldn't be too long now. an hour. expectation shifted to worry. By the time the clock claimed it had been six hours, worry turned to realization. Theo did not move from his spot on the couch, sitting and staring at the long frozen picture on the TV. he sat, surrounded by the remains left behind by hurricane Boris, and cried.
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little strings | boreo
FanfictionHe laid across the mattress, still drunk and only partly awake. The morning was just starting to peek over the horizon and he could see the mist through the window. a sliver of light traced his skin, making it look pale and ever so slightly transluc...
