"Our relationship can be really described as a porcelain doll. It was beautiful and clean, the porcelain was white and unscathed, but now the once beautiful, immaculate face has be broken. The porcelain has been shattered and is all over the floor, and you weep as you try to piece it all back together again. You fit the shards together and glue them, placing the marble blue eyes awkwardly back into place. Now you just fear for it, any little touch or vibration could make it collapse and it makes you so goddamn paranoid. All these little pieces fall out and your hands shake violently as you attempt to replace it. Its exhausting, and repetitive, and frustrating. You just so desperately wish to throw it on the floor and leave it to rot in its millions of white shards, but you don't. You will let your blood drip from the sharp pieces, and you won't be bothered by the stains on the once white porcelain. You won't give up because that's love. and I refuse to give up on us as much as it hurts me to do so."
Dallon knew something was wrong, just by the way Brendon fidgeted and looked uncomfortable around the crew. He could sense the feeling of a predator in the air every time he was around both Brendon and the crew. He did not appreciate this, and he wanted to figure out what the hell was going on. Dallon knew something was bound to go wrong, and he had no idea what, but he felt like there was a game of cat and mouse being played, and Brendon was the mouse.
Everything began to reveal itself, little bits at a time.
This was not going to end right, this was wrong.
Brendon is in danger.
And Dallon is terrified because of it.
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Porcelain ~ Brallon
Fanfiction"Our relationship can be really described as a porcelain doll....It was beautiful and clean, the porcelain was white and unscathed, but now the once beautiful, immaculate face has been broken. The porcelain has been shattered and is all over the flo...
