"So on the ground Mark stayed, hiding his face beneath his tear-stained palms, panicked and depressed and intensively self-loathing; alone and afraid and a liar. Because every time he sees Sean he falls even more for him, and every time is harder than the last."
Sᴇᴀɴ MᴄLᴏᴜɢʜʟɪɴ. The nobody hiding beneath oversized sweaters at the bottom of the food chain among his peers. His habit of gaming isolated him; it had become such a need that, after being in company for some time, Sean grew restless.
Mᴀʀᴋ Fɪsᴄʜʙᴀᴄʜ. The bad boy, the idea that everyone likes; attractive, toned and the biggest player on campus. But every player has a reason to begin their game; to take out a fresh jersey and slip it over their heads.
Mark is the anthem of shattering glass; a bottle reduced to a thousand glittering fragments.
Sean is an echoing heart, a militia of drumbeats, an extended hand in a world of disarray.
Mark is a broken boy.
Sean is a fixer.
But will he get cut on Mark's jagged pieces?
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Broken Boy (Septiplier [Discontinued]) ↫ m.f + s.m ↬
Fanfiction☓ So on the ground Mark stayed, hiding his face beneath his tear-stained palms, panicked and depressed and intensively self-loathing, alone and afraid and a liar. Because every time he saw Sean he fell even more for him, and every time was harder t...