he was sitting on a bench, smoking a cigarette and letting the cold air go through his bruised skin.
he wasn't that innocent anymore. maybe he has never been.
he came to this place every now and then, searching for answers he never got. love he didn't need. he laughed bitterly at the thought; love was something he didn't want to believe anymore. but he knew it was real, cause it made him feel so useless and harmed many times, it made him feel like he was not worthy enough for someone to love him the way he loved them.
he sighed and threw the cigarette on the ground, stepping on it and making the light go out slowly. it was finally the time to do something himself. maybe it wasn't that good of an idea anyway...
'you ready to play a game, beaumont?'
YOU ARE READING
toy || randy
Fanfiction'it's just a game. he would never love you.' - @justfovvs 2018 - read 'toy' in russian: https://my.w.tt/0jBm79EHJQ and italian: https://my.w.tt/aU4pgttIuR and finnish: https://my.w.tt/OEfB4o3EER [please let me know if the links aren't working]
