Tom picked the bowl up and began walking back downstairs to get the necessary things for cleaning up the mess he'd just made. He looked down at his right hand where the pain had come from and noticed a thin slice in his palm as blood dripped down his fingers.
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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...
