"Fuck off," Tom rubbed his eyes and opened the fridge. He took the milk out and set it on the table, then proceeding to take the box of Eddsworld cereal and a bowl from their designated places. He began putting together his meal while stifling a yawn.
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Our marks. Our pain. Our love. (TomTord)
FanfictionArt is by Lyric or Aesthetic_Prince. This is just a random thing that I'm doing where each update is just one paragraph long. I'll be using the au where when someone would write on themselves or when they'd get hurt, the same will happen to their s...
