52 weeks in.
he held himself up, his feet begging to stumble as his body wracked the consequences.
his breath grew short as he reached out for something, anything, to grasp his hand, to help him through.
a tired smile reached his lips as he broke,
giving in to the weight.
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Historia Cortahis world had always been rose, and it always would be. * dedicated to @chalkNcheese- and @wifidoesnotsleep for their incredible support. second in the spectrum trilogy
