𝑮𝑶𝑳𝑫𝑬𝑵 𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑹──── 𝐬. 𝐠.

𝒂𝒍𝒃𝒖𝒎

❝YOU LIKE THE WAY I FUCK 'CAUSE I GET ROUGH. YOU TOLD ME YO' NEW MAN DON'T MAKE YOU NUT, THAT'S A DAMN SHAME.❞
────ALL MINE, Brent Faiyaz.
word count — 864.

𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 . . . lyric count — 1,024K.
can he find himself within this hurtful, and degrading home? He isn't certain. The look of tears welling up in her eyes whenever they linger on her son. Who once was so bright with passion, and determination looks tired. Exhausted. She isn't sure what she did wrong, he used to be so full of life. So who is he now?

𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐮𝐯 . . . lyric count —
what was he meant to do? He only needed his friends, I mean.. why would he need anyone else besides them? Suguru and Shoko stood by his side long enough, so what other hole would need to be filled besides the one that his two best friends take up? They stay out late, run from their issues and— who was this random girl trying to tutor him?

𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 . . . lyric count —
who were you to talk to him like you knew him? Like you understood him? Despite your "arrogance" (that simply didn't exist), he found himself drawn to you. Satoru was certain, that if his mother knew of your existence, she would wish you were her child instead. But that didn't dishearten, or falter Satoru's advances to get to know you.

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬 . . . lyric count —
The bell rings. The last day of his highschool career. The day he dreamed of, the one he couldn't wait for started to.. taste a little bitter. Lacking the sweetness of excitement, and blowing off the professors that screwed him over. But don't get him wrong— he wasn't saddened by those wrinkly old fucks.. but rather the fact, you'd be attending a college.. while Satoru? He was over school. So he'd be winging it, and hoping for the best. It's not like he cares, though. So long as his fast food restaurant job is enough for his rent, and for some of his wants, he'd be satisfied.. so why was he suddenly getting an upgrade after a year of that comfortable position he found himself in?

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭 . . . lyric count —
Satoru was the pushy type. Much to his friends, and ex-teacher's dismay. The way he was stubborn, and wouldn't stop until he got his way. It's a wonder people found him attractive despite that whiney, almost bratty exterior. But.. oh well. To each their own right? So when Satoru signed that contract, he never expected his world to flip upside down so.. quickly. He was surrounded by money, friends, and women.. where were you? You two rarely stayed in contact. In fact, the last message exchanged was a year ago (when he first got that shitty job) and it was from him.. You wouldn't have come back now that he made it? Maybe you just needed a bit of coaxing to get out of your shell.. right? Because if you didn't sleep— hang out with him once more, you'd certainly be missin out.

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 . . . lyric count —
shit. What happened? You two were hook up buddies, for sure. But when had the lines began to blur? Why were the gifts he was giving you move past anything sexual? Past the lingerie? Past the cash that'd offer you after a session. But moved to something more.. intimate? When had his presents for you turn into jewelry. Like necklaces, bangles, and even a godamn ring. He swore it meant nothing. But you were sure it meant everything to him. He grew comfortable with waking up with you in the morning. Seeing your hair sprawled across his silk pillows. This wasn't like him. Far from it actually. But he didn't seem to mind the lingering warmth his heart would feel whenever you two spoke out of sex. Maybe he was in.. no. That wasn't it.. right?

𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝟐 𝐮 . . . lyric count —
Oh he was certainly in it now! He was never oblivious to what he felt. He might've not felt it often, as his heart turned bitter and firmer the longer he lived with his mother— but that was in the past now! He knew when he hated something. He knew when something made him angry, sad, confused, ect. And, he even knew when he was in love. He hasn't experienced falling in love before— but from the way people described it, and compared his own symptoms, he was in deep waters. People described it as a warm feeling. That, that person wouldn't ever leave your mind— ect. And he craved to know your order by heart. He craved to let you talk his ear off— honestly. If you talked his ears off, he would thank you for it. But when he finally grew a pair, and was honest with you— you were reluctant. Although, when had anyone ever been able to say no to him? He assured you he wanted more, and wasn't like the other guys. And in fact, he was the opposite, and even he was certain he could say that, he was in love with you.

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maybe extra chapter, maybe not. I dunno yet.