Today was interesting. The blue ink, now common on Simon's arm, stretched from the crook of his elbow through to his fingertips. It was almost an essay. Again, thanks to the illegibility, he was only able to get some information out of the scattered scribbles.
Chem sun impo. Carbon. Helium 2. Neon. Solution.
When he first noticed them today, he had glanced at the floor-length mirror next to his ruffled bed. His immediate thought was notes for something by the looks of the chemistry-related terms in short stanzas. He assumed it to be some kind of test, leaving it alone until it was later undetectably washed away.
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Blue Ink || Minishaw
FanfictionThe world is cruel, and these two boys know it first hand. This is simply the story of two lovers who aren't accepted and their place on this unforgiving place we call Earth, at least from their account. [potential for occasional strong language]
