Sean coughed as he lifted his head from the toilet, flushing away last night's dinner. Sean rested his face on the cool porcelain seat, not bothering to wipe away the tears thar slid down his cheeks. His misty eyes staring at the scars that lined his arm. How had he gotten himself in such a mess? In a such a position in his once bright life? How had it all turned grey? Sean only had a name as an answer: Mark Fischbach. Sean's love for the man was Killing him, slowly but surely. It was an emotion so passionate yet so hurtful.
Love.
Sean stumbled to his feet and made his way to his room, sitting at a desk with the leather book he kept hidden under a floor board. He flicked to a new page and hovered the pencil with his shaking hand above the page.
Love
Is it real?
Is it just something to keep us occupied?
Something to stop us from killing are selves?
A fragment of are imagination?
Or is it completely real?
The question is,
If love is real,
Prove it,
If not,
then leave,
Before one of us fall.
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Misty Eyes
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