One year ago 💫
Dallon 🌙
I was in love, to say the least. My feeling towards this person were so cliché in every way, but I didn't care. 16 year old me was hopelessly in love with someone who seemed perfect.
His name was Brendon Urie. On the outside, he seemed straighter than a fucking wooden ruler. Every girl loved him because he was hot in every way. The bad boy with the leather jacket & slicked back hair & that smile.
Brendon was completely different than that though. He wore big sweaters, glasses & his hair was a mess. It was completely adorable to me, I was in love. Being with him made me feel special & I wanted to take care of him no matter what.
Everything was great, until one night. We had broken into the school to hangout in the library. It was great & we were comfortable, he was on my lap cuddling me because it was freezing & my body is a natural heater.
Nothing went wrong that night, we didn't get yelled at, but someone did see.
The next day at school, a couple guys spread the fact that me & Brendon are faggots. Brendon broke up with me that day, absolutely shattering my heart. He said that he never loved me, that he was seeing if I was really gay. He disappeared after that, leaving me to get beaten & called fag.
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FanfictionThere's no such thing as a happy ending major trigger warning: heavily about self harm,, abuse,, & other mental health issues. please be safe & dont read if you're easily triggered! (Please keep in mind i wrote this story years ago.)
