Blood.
You would never think that simple cuts on the inner thigh would produce a extraordinary amount,but there he lay. Proclaimed dead on the table. But through sheer willpower or Christ himself. He awoke in a daze,blind,and fucking hungry.
His tale is a sad one,but perhaps there will be a good ending for a hero,if you could call him that. His life was never easy,the usual abusive home starter pack. Parents that never loved him,alone all through elementary,middle, and most of high school. But he was like a normal person,like you or me. He didn't have long black hair,skinny,and pale like the moon. He was 6'2,brown eyed,but he was skinny. Not the "I haven't eaten in four years skinny" the "not buff,just Healthy" skinny. Never less,under his normal front laid insanity, and wanting the cold embrace of death to take him from the pain
Until
Until he met his love,his high school bully you could say
Cassandra
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The hard truth of love
Romance"This is love story, not your bullshit love story about how the emo teen gets the skinny handsome tall pretty boy.No,I refuse to write that. I'm writing about love that's deep as the ocean,as complex as an atom,and more beautiful than dawn,they will...
