DAN
large hands gripped my neck as a pair of lips found their way to mine.
"pretty boy, why were you staring at someone else? hmm?"
I let out a small whimper as he tightened his grip.
"you're mine. next time I won't be as nice."
he let go and slammed the door on his way out as I slid down the wall, tears threatening to come out.
I flinched as a small knock on the door interrupted the quiet of the room.
him.
he was there, hands shaking as if he was the one to be nervous. eyes wide and mouth slightly parted. his hair was disheveled as if he ran his hands through it a couple hundred times.
"d-did he h-hu-"
"are you blind or just looking for conversation?"
"i-"
"come in before he comes back and sees you outside."
he let out a small hum in response as he stepped through the doorway and I couldn't help but stare at him.
he looked at me for a bit before reaching a hand up to my face touching the cut on my cheek, making me flinch.
he spoke in a barely audible voice, "you are so goddamn beautiful"
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I actually kinda like this ???
p!atd on ellen is my aesthetic and the 1975 were so good on snl.
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poetry boy :: phan
Fanfiche was a blank canvas and words could flow out of him effortlessly, there was never a stutter or a stop. he was a sky of colour, a mess of words tumble out of his mouth, messy and faint. *this fanfic contains drinking, abuse, and mention(s) of suici...
