Despair from everything had finally caught up with me, reached my throat and agonizing sobs poured from my mouth. Millions of unspoken words and feelings flew out for the wind to listen. Choking back my anguish, salty tears pouring from my eyes, my life had turned upside-down. Mind spinning, the bar looked like a good place in all my misery.
I didn't even remember bringing her back.
She had blonde hair, green eyes, no clothes when I had woken up. My hand had flown to my mouth, mind reeling, unsure what to do.
What had I just done?
I felt the so-familiar pain in the back of my throat, stifling the sobs, holding back the tears. Bleary eyes had stirred the coffee, bleary eyes had woken her up, bleary eyes had handed it over.
Pounding head had blanked out her silence.
Silence.
Silence.
She had let herself out. Mumbled apologies. Her face in contortion and shame. Mine portraying a shattered heart. Back to bed. Trying to block out the pain, the confusion, the worry, the dark.
Stop.
Please, stop.
That's what I had told myself. Praying that it worked. Tears soaked the bedsheets, smelling of perfume. Disgusted by the smell, anger searing my vision, ripped lining was the result.
Complete and utter despair took over my body.
The shaking didn't stop until the next day.
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Violent Hummingbirds
RomanceIn reality, society doesn't give a fuck about what you think. - This is an original piece rather than fanfiction, but honestly feel free to interpret the character as any gay ship. Have fun!
