A boy with a red bomber jacket entered the small classroom.
He chatted with the tainted students, his deep voice flowing like silk through the air.
Quiet.
Now this one.
This one's different.
He's pure, unsoiled by the filth of humanity.
Different.
His laughter.
His quiet, airy laughter was barely audible.
Like he was scared, or sick.
That boy.
He's been through things.
Things that no one can even fathom.
The bell sounded.
The students scatter.
Come on, Hell.
Come for me.
YOU ARE READING
gone ;; phan
Fanfictionthat day in the snow.. that boy. why did he leave me? and why does he keep coming back?
