Bruised (Phan) [EDITING]

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Pj was holed in his room, he was alone and feeling rather depressed. Chris long gone and his heart practically lay on the tiled floor in pieces.

Before Chris left Pj made sure to tell him, to force him to acknowledge the truth of their relationship.

After the pathetic words, "Please don't leave me here," Pj cried. The tears rolled down his face in streams that stained his cheeks, face contorted in confusion and hurt.

Chris gripped Pj's shoulders in such a gentle way. Lips touching, hearts pounding.

After Chris left Pj couldn't help but realize something. The kiss was so feeble although Chris had claimed he loved him.

It was as if Chris was reluctant to touch him, hesitant to even look at him. This only caused Pj more aches. He refused to get out of bed, blankets up to his neck and tears soaking through the cloth of the pillow.

At group therapy only two boys attended, the rest were depressed and in agony. Caspar seething with hate for the woman while Tyler was completely oblivious.

She grinned her sugar coated plastic smile and giggled. Everything was working itself out just fine.