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last words

tw // death, blood
[lowercase intended]

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gerard's paper white skin shone in the star filled sky. his skin was littered with purples, reds, and blues, displaying his lovers antics early that day, when the sun was rising over the snow covered trees.

his lover smelled like cotton and faintly of deodorant, the scent being held by gerard's soft, gray hoodie.

frank remembered how they shared that simple, yet complex term, "i love you" over the setting sun that night. the snow on the ground was crisp white until the morning when it was stained an awful red color under the dead corpse. his lips were parted and the bags under his eyes gave a deathly look to his already dead body. frank cried at his lover in the snow, hoping it was just a dream.

it wasn't.