"None of your fucking buisness," Tom snapped. He set the milk and cereal back into their places and left the kitchen with his bowl of cereal. Opening the door to his room, Tom felt a sharp pang in his hand which caused him to drop his bowl. "Shit..."
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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...
