As the first slowly made his descent into his own replicated and personalized version of Dante's inferno, he wondered to himself how he had gotten there.
How exactly had he messed up so bad?
Why did he let the only person he saw as perfect, pure, and loving slip away from his grasp like sand in an hour glass?
All these thoughts raced as he descended lower, and lower.
Until he stopped and closed his eyes.
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The second had been doing well, having found a new lover to share his feelings with, he was as happy as ever.
Until the news struck him.
He felt as if he couldn't breathe, as if someone had warped time and space so much that he himself could no longer exist in its fabrics.
Time will always be a privilege, Jorel thought, as he laid a brilliant white rose on the casket of the man formerly known as Daniel.
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Lips sewn up in fear
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.
