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How do you know who's broken and who's about to brake? How do you deal with a man, who is otherwise happy and uplifting, who presents his heart in explicit detail on how he is damaged, how is heart was shattered before him, his trust. . .
How?
In his movement. Usually quick, needy. Bruised lips barely parting for air, tasting the drying tears of regret and despair, the blonde silently encouraging the broken man. Soft gaps and pleads filled the room, and confining clothing was long scattered on the floor, forgotten. The broken man was loyal, of course, but not to this blonde. He was to a ruder, broader blonde, who was afraid of damaging his masculinity to be with men outside of being shitfaced, but he has been disloyal a plethora of times. He was the reason the broken man broke, right?
Perhaps. . . But that didn't stop Connie, the broken man who hid behind smiles and his polaroids, from taking all his anger out during this intercourse, teasing when the blonde begged him to pick up his pace, leaving marks to prove this one was forever his. He felt like a disgusting monster. When he finished them both off, he was rewarded a lazy make out session, which stopped halfway through as the blonde fell into a peaceful sleep.
Connie felt anything but peaceful.
Every step he made cracked open the ground, realizing his demons from hell, every breathe he so greedily took was poisonous gas that burned his throat and lungs, and the shower he was to take was acid; sure to burn his flesh right off, traveling his true form: the skeleton he truly felt like. Sure, his ribs were covered by soap now, but Connie could still feel them, they were still the stellar rods pushing again his yellowing, malnourished skin, ready to break him out of this damned life. But it didn't.
He sighed, filling his tub up with soapy water. Holding his breathe, be threw his head back, arching his back so he couldn't breathe at all. It was his roommate's favorite game to play with him, and even when his mind got dark and his lung screamed, he didn't sit up. He had to train himself. He only popped up when he heard a third voice, one that wasn't heard before. Grabbing a threadbare towel to cover himself, he marched out to see him roommate screaming like a madmen at a startled, sleepy blonde. Everything became incredibly fuzzy with anger and blurred with hot tears, and he knew he had to attack the drunkard.
Everything went dark.
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KAIROS • MISC. ONESHOTS
Fanfiction( KAIROS : a time when conditions are right for the accomplishment of a crucial action )
