[BoyXBoy] Elliah White, 17 years old gay boy who always been bullied at his school. Grew up thinking that he was worthless and he hated himself because of his misarable life. He couldn't pass a single day without being beaten by the bullies.
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The king stood in front of his queen's body. His face was emotionless, but his eyes showed unbearable sadness, anger, guilt, and love. looking at his lover's soulless body, his heart broke into million pieces.
His son was on the other side of the flash, screaming and crying his heart out. Couldn't bear the truth of his mother's death.
Her skin was so smooth like a porcelain. She was still beautiful and it'd hurt him even more. The thin cherry lips still looked like the first time they met. Remembering how it tasted, how it made him addicted of it's sweet flavour. The only difference was her soul was not there anymore, and the beautiful pair of blue eyes that he admired had been closed.
His lover was gone. His queen was gone His child's mother was gone.
The love of his life was gone, and so was his life.
He stared at the silver sword covered blood, and he will do nothing but take revenge of her death.
"In the name of our love, I promise you, I will make that woman regret for ever been born to this world."
He kneeled in front of his lover's body and kissed her lips.
"Wait for us, my love."
And with that the king and his son broke down into tears and madness.
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I looked at the ceiling. It had been thirty minutes since those bullies knocked me up to the ground. My left cheek had a bruise, and I had a black eye, too. I felt a slight pain at the corner of my lips, and I believed the dried blood still there. I didn't cry, I didn't have a single tears on my face. This was just like one of my meals these days.
Deep inside, I wanted to scream. I wanted to blame all of them for making me look so miserable. But it wasn't their fault, it was mine. It was my fault for being such an useless person. It was my fault for being a loser. It was my fault for being a faggot. It was always been my fault for letting them use me as a punching bag everytime and everywhere they want.
Here I was, still looking at the ceiling in the corner of an empty toilet. But then, I remembered I had class in 15 minutes. I sighed before standing up and walking out of the toilet.
I walked through the noisy corridor full of shitty people. They didn't even care about these bruises I had on my face. They sure didn't give a damn about a nerd like me. They probably already knew about why I got the bruises and who smacked their palms on my face.
