oli wasn't fond of happy endings.
in fact, he didn't believe happy was a feasible feeling.
the prince never did sweep the princess off her feet in real life, now did he?
he was already awake when the alarm went off, perched on the edge of his bed
and studying the intricate clouds in the sky.
feet meet the cold floor, hands find the pile of pill bottles.
maybe it was because he was sick.
or maybe it was the lifeless looking body strewn on the floor
in a coma of alcohol and miserability.
but he wasn't actually dead;
and fuck did oli wish he was.
chemistry class wasn't fun.
oli didn't feel like anything was fun anymore, though.
when they mix together two substances and they explode,
he secretly wishes it were him in the tube.
sodium and potassium would do him more justice
than getting a perfect score on a test,
which he did; all the time.
the kid sitting next to him wasn't as fortunate,
a small boy with red hair and sad-looking eyes.
a sigh left the boy with sad eyes pink lips
as the paper in front of him read D;
it was a lot better than last time.
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meet me at the fruitstall; a tragedy (bxb)
Poetry"in which two boys fall in love in the most miserable way" bxb short story contains abuse, mentions of depression and alchoholism
