....regretting him was like wishing you never found out that love could be that strong....
guilt.
that's what tyler felt right now, deep in his chest. it probably was the lack of memories on the wall, since he mercilessly burned them until they wasted away to a pile of nothing.
or maybe it was the fact that he was never in love with brendon.
he loved him, yes, but realized he didn't want to be with him, so he was glad he died.
what an awful thing to say.
or maybe, just maybe, it was those chocolate brown eyes, the bubblegum pink lips, with the red hair and tattoos.
all those qualities about him made tyler melt, and the person who held all those qualities?
he was in love.
so fast, so soon after his soon-to-be-husband passed away, he was already scraping his knees falling for someone new.
what a psycho.
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Hayran Kurgu|j.d+t.j| ....loving him was like driving a new maserati down a dead end street...
