Found another amazing song by skillet for a perfect one shot. Yours to hold by skillet. Lyrics. I've seen the music video like two times so I know what it's about.
---------------------I was on my way home when I saw a blonde boy crying on the side of the road. I hoped that the boy will see me, but he didn't even know my name.
Thomas could tell that the boy was going through a lot in his life. Thomas wanted to be the one to hold the boy in his arms. Thomas was his to hold.
Other days Thomas sees him walk down the empty street, his head low. He sat on a walk through and continued to cry. Thomas slowly approached the blonde boy,
"Hey," he greeted with a quiet voice. The blonde wiped a tear away and looked up at him, Thomas noticed four bright red scars on his wrist. The blond stood.
"Hey, it's okay" Thomas tried but the boy just shoved Thomas down to the ground and took off.
Thomas, laying on his butt, watched the unknown boy run down the sidewalk and turn a corner. Thomas drove home then and started to write a letter for the unknown boy, he groaned and threw the page away, getting off his bed and leaving the house.
He headed to the same place where the blond had been and saw him running, this time Thomas followed.
The blond was looking over the edge of a bridge l, over a river, he climbed up the stone and squeezed through the large holes in the metal, sitting slightly at the edge about to jump.
"Wait! Don't!" Thomas begged running over to the bridge edge as he jumped. Thomas looked down at the water, crying lightly.
The blond boys body floated above the surface of the water, his pale skin lifeless. Thomas then turned around and walked away from the bridge and never step foot on that stop path across the river ever again.....
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Okay so, this one was Crap, don't lie. I'm not gonna lie. It was terrible.
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Dylmas/ Newtmas One-Shots
FanfictionThe title says it all! I just wanted to make this because I've had small tiny ideas for a dylmas/ Newtmas stories so I wanted to try this out.