Red was all the first man saw when he was with the second.
A glowing red of passion when they had met. A brilliant, blood rich red when they first made love together to match their beating hearts. A flame red when the first had returned home that night to go cuddle with his lover to resemble the love and warmth in their arms. A sinister, dark red when his lover of 2 years broke it off with him to show the first's hatred and bitterness towards the world.
At the same time, red was not the color the man had seen when his lover left him.
The first lost his ride on the tidal wave of time, dragging under the current and seemingly drowning. Depression, pills, anxiety, madness. They all drove him to what he seemed was the end.
The end of time for him.
He tried to drag on, seeing therapy for only he knows how long. He lost everything. To his mind, nothing else was left.
Nothing but time to kill.
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The second was doing fair. He had turned a blind side to the first, unknown of the trouble he was going through. His mind was always racing, always thinking of possibilities.
He was quite happy. Struggling for money, he found himself completing odd jobs to pay bills and gather food for himself.
He didn't mind.
To him, the time tables turned for the better. No contact. Just work and play.
In his eyes, everything would be ok.
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RomanceThis is where their story begins. Who exactly, you may never know. Take a journey through their toxic lusts for each other, as we follow 2 certain males through their path to love and all it's holy grails.
