~ 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~
Ever since I got Ro out of that blood stained alley he hasn't been the same; he won't talk to me, he won't listen to me, he won't even look at me and the last thing he won't do is leave his hidey hole.
He's down there in some kind of hibernated state and won't come out no matter what I try to coax him out with, I don't understand what could have happened in that alley where I had to practically throw myself in front of the mundane Jay so that he wouldn't kill him, only for him to leave like a rocket is up his arse to rip another boy similar to him apart like he was made out of clay.
Why did he do that?
For me to properly get in touch with myself and to get something out of him, I had to close my 'special connection' with Leto to do it.
It was like a switch, like something falling into place so that something else could take its place; too easy.
The empty space in my head of Leto's absence is deafening, he's been a constant for 18 years and now that I finally am able to figure out how to shut him out I almost want to turn it back on so that I can have his slightly irritating presence back.
Almost.
Sighing for the nth time, putting my book down and stubbing my cigarette out, I get up to go to Ro's hidey hole and this time I'm not leaving it empty handed.
I yank the flap of his hidey hole up to find him sitting crossed legged, he sits there deliberately keeping his eyes closed while not reacting.
"Oi St. Claire, going to come out anytime soon?"
He just sits there making a good impression of a mute, I cross my arms and roll my eyes, he really is being so dramatic.
"You do realise that I won't just let it go, right?"
He then opens one eye to take a quick look at me, then he closes it again, seeing him completely ignoring me like this only makes me sigh loudly.
"Ro come on, will you please just tell me what happened?"
He opens his eyes once again, but this time he decides to look up at me.
"Please go away Mimir."
I raise my brows at him.
"I think the fuck not, are you going to tell me or do I have to annoy the shit out of you until you do?"
He just glares at me.
"Cairo William St. Claire!"
He sighs at me and then slowly climbs out of his hole.
"Fine, as long as it shuts you up."
What seems like hours, I finally manage to get him to sit down and to spill the beans.
He sits on the on arm of the sofa, chewing on his finger, giving me a very uncertain look.
