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corbyn only thought he could control the weather.
he was wrong.
he sat at the empty beach, tears streaming down his bloody face as he had a small ball of salt water levitating in the air. he could have killed him.
corbyn besson could have killed a boy today.
the thought of that made him cry harder then before. he dropped the ball of water, hearing it splash in the ocean. corbyn stood up, and turned around to slowly walk back home.
but he didn't want to leave yet.
what he really wanted? well, he really wanted to be in daniel's arms. he wanted to be pressed against his strong chest. he wanted his kisses, that would calm him down.
he wanted daniel. he wanted daniel so bad.
he tangled his fingers in his tangled hair, and paced. he sniffed and felt himself grow weak.
he fell on the floor, curling up in a small ball, while a literally storm cloud grew over him.
he wanted daniel.
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