~ HIS ANGEL BOY SERIES, BOOK 1 ✔ ~
"Don't try to fool yourself into thinking you didn't feel anything, Leto."
"I don't have to fool myself as I don't feel anything for you."
"Don't lie, don't make me do something I might regret."
"I doubt a creature...
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~Freddie~
Why do I keep fucking up?
No matter how long I have been existing on this hell hole mundanes call earth, I have always managed to get myself into shit that is no good for me.
Why don't I ever learn?
I lay back on my bed in the bunker, a lit cigarette between my finger and thumb, every now and then taking a drag from it and breathing it out slowly, watching the smoke create pictures in the air above me and all I can think of is him.
Where is he now? And how is he? Is he warm enough? Has he eaten? All I know is the more these thoughts pile themselves up in my head, the more it irritates me.
I am unbearably irritated and uncomfortable, restless and can't sleep a wink. Cairo has sensed in his good wisdom to leave me alone, Enzo has somehow gone awol once again to devil knows where.
Fuck.
Sighing as I pick up the book nearest to me, stubbing out my cigarette in a bowl, I try my hardest to engross myself in its words, reading over and over again the same lines without any luck of it going in.
Why can't I just fucking settle? It would be so easy in the old days when my moods got like this and my Mother would know exactly what to do with me.
But she's not hear anymore is she? She's gone just like Father, just like Fai and why is that huh? Because I messed up once again like I always do, I lost them, I lost them...
No, I won't go down that road.
Never again.
A few hours have passed and I am still laying out on my bed, there packets of cigarettes smoked and I'm still feeling agitated, so I get up and throw any old shirt on, then I hear to the kitchen for a drink.
As I'm settling myself down on a stool in the kitchen, Cairo appears at the door like he knew exactly that I was in here, then he practically skips over to me, plonking himself on the stool next to me.
"Hey Mimir, feeling any better?"
I sigh as I look away from him, lighting up another ciggy.
"Better than I can be, I guess."
He slowly smiles at me.
"Who's this Leto then, and why didn't you tell me about him before?"
"Because I'm not exactly a big talker, Ro."
He turns to me fully on his stool.
"That's not the point man, clearly he has some sort of big influence on you, what's the scoop?"
