It was now night. I was sitting on the couch that I usually used as a bed. Cry sitting next to me, looking into the fireplace. I'm doing it. Now.
"Hey Cry?" I said, getting his attention. "Yeah." he said turning to me. I kissed him on the lips. I warm feeling washed over me. I put my hands on his back, pulling him closer. I pulled away. A small smile on his face. "I haven't felt like that in a while." he said. "Shut up." I smiled, pulling him in for another kiss. I guess I can change him. For better or worse.
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Living Yet Not Alive (pewdiecry)
FanficDays drag on as the building crumble from lack of attention. The apocalypse is here. Im alone with my thoughts, slowly slipping into insanity. I haven't seen another person in weeks. This isn't your run of the mill zombie outbreak, or a collapsing g...
