✧ A collection of short stories ✧

✧ A Tale About A Boy ✧

I will tell you about a boy.

A boy nobody liked, cared for, or even noticed.

He would hide behind black hoodies and long sleeves, not letting the world see his blue eyes, which held a thousand stars when out in the light.

He hid from everybody.

There was one person, who loved him with all her heart. A girl who hid behind glasses, pink plasters stuck upon her pale skin. She was like the boy, but she hid differently.

It was a miracle the two met, their love thrust upon them, oh, so suddenly. It was shock but the two learned to open up.

They had the same things, abuse, self harm, depression. Slowly, they learned to let go of the negative things and became so entrenched with each their, that those things were forgotten.

The girl continued to laugh and smile, but she always smiled the most when she was with him. The way his blue eyes would light up at the mention of his favourite food, favourite Colour, favourite place. They way he would smile so happily when she called his name, letting it smoothly roll off her tongue like honey.

But while the girl continued to smile, she couldn't realise what he was doing. Still hiding behind long sleeves, scars littering his body, need ones appearing everyday. But he hid it, as whenever his eyes laid upon that beauty, he forgot all about it.

Not when he was alone though.

Not when the razor called out to him.

Tricking him, using her honey smooth voice to seduce him, lure him in.

And she could never forget the blood that poured from his wrists, even after his death, she could never forget the sickeningly sweet smile he had on his face.

I could never forget the way his dull eyes stared at me.

Even as I sit in this chair, my body rotting away from old age, his dim, dull eyes staring at me, his expression one of happiness.

I couldn't have saved him, and I always hear his voice from the bathroom.

Use me, be reunited with me.

Let death be your saviour.