one shots ❯ joshler

redamancy.

GUESS WHO'S BACK!!!!!

I AM!!!!! AND IM SO HAPPY TO BE BACK!

i was thinking about how much i've missed writing. and how much i've missed you guys.

since ive left, we hit 14k and i'm so happy and am so thankful for each and every one of you who's taken time out of their day to read my stories!

i may be back, but the updates won't be as frequent. hope you all understand :-)

without further ado, i present to you a much needed chapter about two men who're in love, written on one of the boys' anniversary (oopsies)

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All he could ever want was a love in return and his mind felt to old for his age.

All he could do was think about roaming the streets, and stumbling upon beautiful things and thriving on the discovery of the next wonder in that city, but he was trapped in his own conscience, too tied down to leave.

Life was filled with petty material things and he knew that, god how he knew that, yet he still found himself wishing for the pettiest thing of them all.

Redamancy.

It was sick and horrifying, and love was such a trivial thing that he didn't understand why he became so deeply obsessed with it.

He searched for love in the smallest of things, over analyzing every gesture, inhaling too much, his heart twisting at any sudden movement.

He craved it so badly, with his whole mind and soul that it made him wonder, why?

Movies, and television, and books, were filled endlessly with the tales of perfect love and beautiful stories were woven and etched on pages, retelling what wasn't his and showcasing a love that was everlasting and fake.

He had little to no experience with love, yet he had so much insight to almosts.

Almosts were what filled his pages. Almosts were what devoured his insides as he tried to sleep at night and it was these almosts that filled his days with false hope of beauty that relied heavily on caffeine to give him the life he was destined to live.

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Love was a material thing, no longer an emotion, and he had his head, and his figurative heart set on that notion.

But cravings were hard to ignore.

He bounced his knee as he pulled out a cigarette from his coat pocket, hands shaking as he placed it between his lips.