♯┆𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗗𝗶𝗱 𝗠𝘆 𝗕𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗚𝗼 ･ ⋆ ･ 𝗟𝘂𝗸𝗲 𝗣𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 ★

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 He would often grin at himself, observing the world around him. He embraced a burning,  galvanizing, tendered joy everywhere he went. He cared for others. He'd dive deep in the dark waters of honorary, sincerely for the closest he enjoys to call comfort.

 This boy grew up to adapt cornered emptiers. He presumed he would always be lonely, but surely, the friendliest of kids switched his perspective.

 He couldn't picture a place without the peers he had today. He was deemed his whole purpose in life was to keep his eyes on them, especially for a specific somebody. The love of his dull life.

 He grew faster, and yet he didn't bother treating himself gently. He'd likely check on his closest friends and make himself entitled bit by bit of their lives. He'd think, "Nothing new." However, no one returns the way he professes. He'd take forth of people before him and has been hurt doing so. The saddest part is : he doesn't care.

 So what if he assumes the events to his line don't matter? Why should anyone worry about him revolving around his partner? Who gives a damn if he doesn't set his mind to himself? So what if he dislikes feeling good when his friends aren't? Why does it matter when he fakes his emotions for the sake of fitting the accurate elephant in the room? Nobody should get offended if he one day just stops solving problems, because that's not very him-coded, is it? If he began presenting his true emotions, how would everyone react?

 He fakes most his love. He pretends to have a carried plan ahead of him, and most certainly, he doesn't have much of an existence to start. Once he dated his childhood best friend, everything he'd been hoping for paused. Since then, he locked up his personality. He bottled every inch of dignity he had.

 One day, the tip of the can blew up.

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 He and his partner are taking a peaceful stream down the park. They had their arms wrapped firmly against each other. The younger boyfriend had quietly yawned in exhaustion. The two spent the last hour performing in the music club. They heard enough yapping from Hailey, their leader, and they've tolerated plenty of energy for the day. All these plans for the music club, blah blah blah. What's next? The same cycle? Yeah, they all knew it. God, he wasn't so sure how well the others could stand it in there every day, even his partner calls their friend group, "Bloody." Where's the lie at, though? Perhaps he was telling himself that because he'd rather not share his opinion. Yes, he loves his best friends, very, very much, yet he'd moreover side with his lover. Whatever makes him happy. Whatever makes anyone happy.

 He felt a tingle down his shoulder. It was just Zander slanting his head. Luke returned the favor, pecking him on the forehead. He got a little flustered from his own actions. He held his boyfriend's hand tight. He heard a heavy puff slip from the other's mouth, noticing he glued his fingers across his. Luke hid his expression from him; his smile wobbly forming from the reaction Zander gave him.