One Shots ;)

Him, and by definition, Her

Lmao hey, it's been a while! Sorry I haven't been writing ahh, ap euro is a bitch. But I wrote something in the meantimeeee while I finish the next chapter of Stitches

Tw: abuse, depressing thoughts, mentions of suicide, gore

Him, and by definition, Her

By: OneAppleBlossom

Unexpected pulls of affection are startling and wonderful.

The red strings that tie people together, that unite the ones who were meant to be. The fairy tales told through smiling couples and luminescent adoration.

Although, not everyone walks the same path, for that is the harshness of life... and life does not pull its punches. Especially not for him.

Fate looms above him like a cataclysmic cloud of despair, following him throughout every stage of his life. The only comfort provided to him was her, the light of his life.

Literally. She shone like a beacon of safety and love, and she was always there for him. Until the day she wasn't, and he could never regret it more. What he became... and what became of him...

It's a story everyone thinks they've already heard, repeated time and time again. Through songs and plays and movies, through despair and anger and love and hate. And every time it is repeated another time for the eyes to open and soak in the story.

The story of unrelenting tragedy.

The story of life.

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He was always a little mentally unstable.

Who wouldn't be? With a father who carried around beer bottles and promises of blood, and a mother who never opened her mouth and stared on with empty eyes. Of course he was bound to be a little messed up.

Just an 8 year old boy, sitting alone on the swings at night. It was dangerous for children to be out by themselves in the city, but it was worse for him at home.

He didn't cry, he barely did that anymore. What was the use for the tears, when the pain would just come over and over again? So he just sat in silence.

"Hello. Are you okay?"

And there she was. He would like to say that he said something intelligent to her, the girl standing in front of him with a hesitant smile, pigtails, and a butterfly hairpin stuck clumsily in her locks of hair. In reality, he probably said something along the lines of "uhh" before falling off the swing.

All of a sudden, he wasn't so alone anymore.

They became fast friends, and he opened up to her quickly enough. Even as a child, she understood the pain he was going through and offered to call the authorities or have him live with her.

But he adamantly refused, and although she didn't understand why, she never went against his wishes. Every day he came to school with a new bruise, and every day she bandaged it for him. Every night they would sit on the swings and talk about the future.

Elementary school became middle school soon enough. Nobody except her wanted to be his friend, the resident bad boy who always got into fights with the older kids. No one knew it was because they called him a freak and a burden behind his back.

She invited him to her house one day, to meet her family. He dressed as best as he could and tried to act well-mannered, but it wasn't necessary. Her parents and twin brother were the nicest people he had ever met.

Her family would become the home that he never thought he'd have, and they treated him like their own son. But even so, it wasn't the same as how he wished his real family could be.